Don't get me wrong, I loved January. How could I not? It was an adventure-filled, three-countries-visited-in-two-continents birthday month. I had wonderful birthday dinners celebrated in the company of great friends. Lots of highlights that month.
Yesterday, I found myself really looking forward to February. It's only twenty-eight days of cold (and, if the Nashville forecast is correct, some--thankfully--not so cold days), a perfect four weeks meant to be spent indoors. After all the shenanigans, I'm ready to spruce up the home base. We've been in this house for a year and a half now; it's time to put on the responsible homeowner hat.
I never got around to making New Year's resolutions and decided that I would take it month by month. February is going to be about regrouping, evaluating, and taking care of the relationships and possessions I am lucky enough to have. It won't be all fun and adventure but, I'm thinking, it might just be very satisfying.