I have a love hate relationship with January. It is gray, and a letdown after the holidays, but on the other hand, for some reason, I always manage to get a break from the usual rush of trying to cope with to much to do in too little time. It is a time of reflection and decompression. Sad and boring in a way, but by now I also know I need January too. February comes in due course and then all the rest of life's noise returns bit by bit. By December I find myself longing for the boring cocoon of January.
Your comments made me pause and think about the possibilities dull, grey, January might offer. Still thinking..., yet longing for the sun and daffodils.
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