I luv the month of January. Many people complain it's such a loooong, dreary month to get through after the celebrations and festivities of the just past holidays.
Say what? January is a long month? It could contain sixty-two days rather than thirty-one and I would jump for joy.
Each year after our extremely busy summer season, I'm always glad to see harvest time and autumn arrive mostly because it signals that the winter months are getting closer. Winter is the time I can look forward to more down time for personal pursuits than at any other time of the year.
But. Before my month of January arrives, we have to get through (dum-dah-dum-dum!) The Holidays.
Thanksgiving, Christmas and then the day or two celebrating the New Year. Not to say there aren't a lot of warm, wonderful feelings surrounding those holidays that begin at the end of November and go all the way to the start of January, but let's face it. Doesn't most of the planning, preparation and w.o.r.k. associated with the holiday season fall to the female(s) of the household? Yep, it sure does. And it all makes me tired.
What I'm trying to say is that my winter of content doesn't start until the holidays are over and we turn our calendars to the first month of the new year.
Rosemary Beck (Content in a Cottage) wrote of her feelings regarding January:
"January is my absolute favorite month of the whole year. The holidays are behind me and there is nothing pressing before me. Perfect for nesting and doing self-indulgent things like watching movies, reading books, knitting, sprucing up my blog, or anything fun."
So not it's your turn. Do you treasure this month of January for reasons of your own or would you rather just give it a boot in the butt, skip it and be that much closer to spring? My inquiring mind wants to know.