Wednesday, February 11, 2015

february

The title says it all. My absolute LEAST favorite month. I loathe February even more than I loathe October. I always have. February always rolls around with no fanfare, no drum roll, nada. Oh sure there are lots of reasons to celebrate in February, Valentine's Day, Black History Month, President's Day, none of which seem to incite any reaction in my already blah brain. Last month I was near nervous breakdown with the weight of my financial responsibilities due to a kitchen remodel, Christmas, and store expenses. Unable to see the forest through the trees, I finally stumbled out of that monetary mess only to have February waiting on the other side like the Grim Reaper on the banks of the River Styx. Okay, maybe slight dramatic exaggeration, but you get my drift. As we muddle through the icy bitter Cleveland winter, we tick off the months in anticipation for the big thaw, warmer days, and the arrival of Spring. February is the gateway to all things sunny. If we can get through then Spring is waiting on the other side and March and April aren't so bad. We will have survived yet another long cold winter by our frozen lake. Complaining about the weather is positively useless because it does no good other then to spurn more negative thinking. That was yesterday. Super cranky all day and cold to my bones I was Negative Nelly. Today, the sunrise was pink, the sun made an appearance and I am all unicorns in my crazy brain. Blogging and baking and dreaming of puppies and new adventures is how I'm surviving this frozen morning. Sitting in my warm kitchen, smelling the cookies bake and listening to the squirrels chatter outside my back door sure is a nice way to start my day. And then I looked outside. Sigh. Sleet. All one can do is laugh. Frozen mix will not get to me. This will be today's mantra. So, here goes another sheet of cookies into the oven. More writing. In these cold months that seem to drag on and on, it's the small things that get us through. I may sound like Martha Stewart with the baking, but Martha was on to something. Martha survived cold winters by baking and selling pies. Look at her now. So today I will channel Martha. Baking, decorating, crafting, doesn't sound half bad to me. I could go break up the ice in my driveway, but Martha's way is more fun. My words of wisdom may be sparse today because my writer's block is not unlike the ice in my driveway yet if I have sparked even one of you to go do something other then think about your cold feet, I've done my job. For me, work awaits and today I'm finishing all the tasks my cold cranky self refused to acknowledge yesterday. Good morning world.

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