Oh, February. What a month.
I am always surprised at how the shortest month of the year always feels like the longest month of the year.
February was the month of love.
A couple of day dates with my love.
Cuddles and hugs from my sons.
Much needed conversations with my little sister and Mami.
The word of the month was balance.
I found myself slowly getting settled into my new routine.
Self-care was an absolute must.
I made sure to treat myself on days that I really needed it.
I finally went for a walk on the Silver Comet Trail - the first walk of the year.
And it was glorious.
And it was good for my soul.
For the most part, February was not a great month for my creativity.
However, in the last few days, I have started to feel my creative block wither away.
I'm hoping for more days to work on projects in March.
Not making anything really stressed me out.
Memory-keeping projects are a form of comfort for me and one I am grateful for.
February was the month of hopes and dreams.
Hoping and dreaming of warmer weather, sunny days, and spring.
Hoping and dreaming of accomplishing my goals.
February was a month full of planning for the future.
I've thought a lot about spring and summer plans.
I've thought about where I see myself in the next couple of years.
As much as I'm glad the month is over, I am worried about March.
March is usually one of my hardest months, if not the most challenging.
Grief is such a strange emotion.
For me, grieving can come in waves, but I feel it the most in March.
But I have yet to feel restless like I usually do towards the end of February.
I'm going to take it as a good sign.
Goodbye, February; it was a busy month.
Hello, March. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about how this month will go.
But I'm welcoming you with an open heart and open arms.
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