February Is
Cabin fever. The baby learning to crawl. New sandals and the Instagram bathing suit. Finding a volunteer gig, I think. Cheer, which I loved so much. That time of year when I’m a little sick of all my music. Refining my taste in picture books.Booking tour dates (!). Not being tired of soup yet, thank goodness. Hosting dinners. A weekend away. Switching back to a bullet journal and immediately exhaling. Booking a massage. Waiting for news. Recalibrating for the rest of the winter. Trying not to complain about the weather. Trying not to wish away the here and now.