January 31

I don't love February. I haven't for some time now. I guess that's not much of a surprise.

I wasn't really conscious that we'd reached the final day of January until the mid-day'ish hours, but I think my subconscious knew because I woke up feeling sad, tired, and oddly overwhelmed for the first day of a brand new, promise-filled, unlived-in week.

I slogged my way through my Bible study, silently listening and absorbing I as crocheted away at my latest project. But, curiously for me since I'm usually a talker, I didn't have much to say.

At some point I developed a headache I couldn't shake, so I picked up the boys from school and hid away in my room. And then over dinner, I looked over at Abby and noticed that she too seemed... sad. So I went over and hugged her and just... was.

So yeah. I don't love February. Although I can't stop the calendar page from turning tomorrow, I'm grateful that it's just one month out of 12. And sadness aside, I'm grateful that it's easier than it used to be.