I am not alone in believing January is the longest month. Professionals cite things like post-holiday blues and limited daylight for this feeling. We expend so much time, money, and energy on the excitement, expectations, and stress of the holidays and wrapping up the old year, it can be overwhelming and downright exhausting to start a new one.
January should be a respite.
But it’s not. January kicks you while you’re down.
It’s long. It’s dark. It’s frigid.
We’re poor, we’re sad, we’re pale, and we’re cold.
Five Mondays in and it’s still January…
February arrives Thursday. Or, as I like to call it, January 2.0. To be honest, we’re probably just getting to the heart of winter. Since it’s Leap year, we get a bonus winter day. Yay.
Despite it being all I have ever known, I was not made for the Midwest winter. I have become a firm believer in hibernating.
Stay home, stay warm, stay safe.
Not to mention, stay tuned…
on pause…
awaiting brighter mornings, longer daylight hours, and the final thaw.
MARY LAMPHERE AUTHOR 
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