January is one of my least favorite months. It is such a let down after the wonder of the Christmas season to wake up to a month of cold, snow and well, winter. Don't get me wrong, I do love the snow (otherwise why would I live in Buffalo of all places?), but when you look at a calendar of months promising nothing but hibernation (with three very energetic children!), it begins to wear on you.
January, you wear me down.
January is also a month of reflection, of where you are and where you want to go. There is no wrapping or cookie baking or holiday decorating to hide behind. In the starkness of winter, there is nothing but reality to contemplate. And so reality it is.
I hope for some exciting changes in my life this new year. I am working to make it happen. I am also working hard to continue to inspire myself to make it happen. But while most people seem to feel energized to work for change in the new year of January, I just want to curl up in a ball, hide under a soft blanket and read a good romance novel.
Damn you January. I think February will be better.
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