February is the “long” short month. Or at least, that’s how it felt this year. I’ve had a crazy busy last week of the month, and yet still it seemed to drag on. Maybe it’s the persistent bitterly cold weather, or maybe it’s the fact that a foot of snow will have to melt before we see sight of the grass, but no matter what way you cut it, spring seems pretty far away still. And yet, tomorrow is March first so things can’t be all that bad.
I feel like February is like that last hour of sleep you have before your alarm goes off in the morning; you’re tossing and turning, you know you have to get up soon, but you kinda just want to pull the covers over your head and pretend you’re still in deep sleep.
In my mind, it’s a restless time; you want to get that spring feeling of “let’s get started” going but there’s a few things stopping you from being able to just. get. started. Like a blanket of snow that just won’t quit. There’s nothing you can do about February. It just is. It’s the month that’s short a day because it’s stubborn and it makes up it’s own rules.
But I have goal progress. And that makes me happy. Because it means I wasn't hiding under the covers after all! More to follow :)