I loathe January. It’s the only time of year I feel like I can’t really find my feet.
Every visible path is littered with obstacles, detours & leftover Christmas candy.
The days might be getting longer, but it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it. The sun doesn’t even rise before 7 am until close to my birthday (2/24 if you care).
It’s dark when I wake and dark when I get home from work.
Even when the sun is shining, it doesn’t last long.
Bad things happen in January.
January is rough.
But this year doesn’t seem as bad.
It’s no picnic, but it’d probably rain anyway.
It’s easier to remember that the sunshine is on the way back.
In fact, the sun is shining right now, and I’m reminded of how much freer
I am this year than last, when I was recovering from the post-partum depression.
Maybe January is really just a wicked technical, single track trail run in the mud.