February, for the shortest month, is the month that seems to stretch endlessly. Gray skies, green grasses hidden under blankets of icy snow, trees bare of leaves, no glimpses of color in the form of flowers gracing someone’s front yard. Yes, the cold bothers me tremendously. The lack of color is almost as big a shock to my system.
While I’m far from being an outdoorsy girl, I do love being able to get outside to workout daily. I miss that. I feel housebound and the cabin fever set in two months ago and is now at its pinnacle (I think. Maybe. It could get worse. Maybe).
I need longer days, more sunshine, I need to step outside my four walls a little more.
I wrote one of the most difficult posts this month. Did you write your love letter to yourself? I consider it a gift to myself to embrace some of the things that I don’t always give myself credit for – I’m glad I put myself to task in February. I am prone to spend the entire month in a daze, feeling like some lesser version than myself. I needed to remember the good, the great, and even the AMAZINGLY FABULOUS things. You do too.
February is the armpit of the calendar year. It is by far the month I struggle through, and I don’t think I’m alone.
It’s February 28.
I can’t wait until tomorrow.