... my Mojo.
Sadly, my Mojo has not extended itself to reaching for my trainers and headphones and jogging me around the block a few times to help shed the Festive Fattening, but since it's icy and pavements are 4" deep in the white stuff that's okay really.
Luckily, following a pep-talk from a girl at work who is in my position (excellent graduate, unable to currently get her feet on her career ladder) I'm feeling wholly more positive.
After a long hiatus I've looked at graduate schemes, clicked on a few PhDs and debated opening my Svensk book again.
Sometimes winter depression just does nothing for you mood. Or career.
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