Sometimes January just feels downright oppressive. It is dark and cold and I don't exercise like I should and sometimes I just feel trapped. The darkness of the short days in January weigh heavy on me, like a burden on my back. I don't understand it. It is just as dark in December, but we have such wonderful things to which we look forward.
January is just January.
I try to find the beauty of January, the snow covered ground, icicles, frosty tree branches, but the underlying factors or overlying factors are all still there. I express gratitude for those beauties, but I still just feel sad. My husband comes home from work and asks me why I am angry. But, then I feel angry because after almost 24 years of marriage you would think he could read me and see that I'm not angry but sad. He wants to know what he can do to fix it. But is there anything one can do about January?
I am in a funk. January is funky.
I am so looking forward to February. Not that there is anything special about February for me. We really have never celebrated Valentine's Day. February is still dark and cold, but it is one month closer to Spring...one month closer to warmer days and more sunshine. I have been trying to decorate for Valentine's Day despite the fact that I haven't in the past. It is giving me something to anticipate. Maybe it is time to change up our anti-Valentine's Day traditions. Love and hearts and pinks and reds make me happy. (so does chocolate)
