January is nearly done. I don’t know about anyone else, but January is always a long, painful, unproductive month for me. And, it’s really LONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. I will be happy to welcome February, sort of. In my warped world, February is the step-child of months. No one really wants it (especially if you live somewhere cold). It’s just one of those months you have to have. Mike and I are not big Valentine’s Day people, so it’s just a month. Buuutttttt . . . it’s a month that’s NOT January and that’s a good thing!
Here, I’m struggling with my annual “I want to change everything or at the very least paint it” angst. Sadly, nothing around here really needs to be overhauled – a first. I’m at a loss. I really need to get a grip and figure out what I want to be when I grow up! I have all kinds of projects in my head, but none really scream out “Me first!” My focus this spring will be on the garden. But, the thing about the garden is, it’s a daylight thing. That leaves me with evenings . . . yes, I know normal people sleep at night.
I’m sure I’ll figure it out, just late night/early morning musings here. Maybe I’ll spend my time to write a real novel, not just a one month challenge novel? Maybe I’ll start ironing all of our underwear? Time will tell.