Today, I turn 45 years old—a number that feels significant for some reason. For most of my life, but especially in the last few years, I have loathed that my birthday is in February. I'll just be honest—SIDE NOTE—I still have a hard time spelling February. What is the point of that FIRST R?! By this time of the year, winter has rung it all out of every one of us. Sickness has circulated in our homes (likely more than once), the thought of going outside to freeze has us recoiling before opening the door, our skin is pasty white, and there have been a million little ways that our best turn of the year intentions have fallen by the wayside. The shortest month drags on. And on. And on.
Congrats on the milestone Julie. February definitely needs to make it easier for all of us and drop the 'r' (just like they should get rid of leap year's methodology of calendaring)--my kiddos and I always have conversations on what happens to people who are born on leap year. Do they celebrate the day before? Or the day after? ... on non-leap years.
I think you are quite right about resilience being forged in our Februaries. It feels like such a treat of hope to see daffodils in February (it doesn’t happen where I’m from).
Your musings are always magic. Thank you for the peek in a world we all live but rarely pause to be brave enough to reflect on.
Congrats on the milestone Julie. February definitely needs to make it easier for all of us and drop the 'r' (just like they should get rid of leap year's methodology of calendaring)--my kiddos and I always have conversations on what happens to people who are born on leap year. Do they celebrate the day before? Or the day after? ... on non-leap years.
I think you are quite right about resilience being forged in our Februaries. It feels like such a treat of hope to see daffodils in February (it doesn’t happen where I’m from).
A beautiful reflection perfectly timed.