Thursday, 5 February 2015
January, you turned out to be such a special month. My hands have been chapped, my lips blue, and I've seriously considered buying a third hot water bottle, but you've been beautiful. Your sky at 7.30 in the morning has forced me to pause and catch my breath. Those tiny, snaking veins of ice on half-frozen puddles and the thick blankets of frost on windscreens remind me that beauty - and happiness - can be found in the smallest things and the most unassuming places.
As with all months you've brought me good days and bad days, but the bad days haven't felt as bad as they were. I've been working hard to lift my head, to smile, to see the world in a different light and it's working. It's progress at little more than a snail's pace, but I'm learning to not baulk at baby steps. I'm going for the tortoise, not the hare.
You've brought me revelations and clarity. I've been nervous, terrified, elated and gobsmacked all at the same time. I've discovered, I've experimented, I've made changes and I've made plans. There are still changes to be made and plans to be thought about, but I'm excited for February.
I finally feel like I'm moving forward, no longer fused to the spot.
Happy February, lovely people!
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