For most of my adult life I've not really embraced January, or February if I'm honest. I've always loved December and the lead up to Christmas, enjoying the darkening evenings, candles lit, and being cosy under blankets...crocheted of course. Then after the New Year, I hankering after March, the beginning of spring, wanting to skip January and February altogether!
I would will January and February to move on quickly, count down the days to March...come on March, hurry up March, hurry Spring. The days are so cold, and grey, and dark...and you know how much I love my colour.
This week I've had a bit of a light bulb moment. An epiphany? Maybe, but that sounds a bit dramatic. Definitely a realisation. I'm 50 now, and if most of my adult life, I've wished away those two months, then that's FIVE YEARS! Five years I've effectively wished away. How crazy is that?
There are people all over the earth, fighting for their lives, and I've wished away five years of mine. If I live into my 80s, and carry on this way, then that's another five years. (I do hope I'm getting the maths right here!). So from now on...well I'm loving January, and February too. After all, who wants to hurry on ten years of their life!
Happy January (and February) Folks...
Amanda :) xxx
(This however, won't mean the same to any of you living in the Southern Hemisphere, or in a continual warm climate!)