February is my least favorite month.
The area I live in only gets 1 – 2 dustings of snow per winter. We get ice, we get barren trees, brown grass, cold air and the bleakness of frozen concrete urban sprawl zones. In short all of the ugliness of winter without much of the beauty.
By the time February rolls around I am done with the bleakness of winter. The bleakness in the current news doesn’t help either.
I’m thinking about this favorite quote of mine from concentration camp survivor, psychologist and inventor of logotherapy ( a form of cognitive therapy ) Viktor Frankel:
Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
Okay, time to pump things up.
February is my least favorite month, but is also the shortest month and we are already 10 days into it.
The news is bleak, but I have new hope with our new President. I can’t imagine another person with a mix of qualifications better to tackle the problems at hand. Good grief, just imagine if the opposition won.
It is starting to get light out when I wake up and stay light for about 10 minutes after work.
In a few weeks it will be that weird in between time, not winter and not spring with a sense of foreshadowing in the air. Soon after that those ephemeral flowers you see on bushes that only last a few weeks in spring will come out. Then buttercups, then those blue chicory flowers, then dandelions. Squirrels, rabbits, birds. Cats lazily sleeping on porches.
Now, I feel better.
Good night! 🙂
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