February is a feeling

...And I'm feeling it today. Not in a good way.

My nephew's wife shared a thing on Facebook this morning how 'February is a feeling' to her. Meaning she feels cold, dark and yucky inside, much like the way things look outside here in the Midwest this time of year. I can relate.

This morning as I did my 'written' journal, I wrote about this very thing (before I read her post). I'm just not 'feeling it' today. I'm grumpy, tired, worn out... And I don't think it's just from all the shoveling and mopping I've had to do lately (or the idiot morons I work for). I'm sure that's part of it, but the salt all over the sidewalks (and entryways, cars, and everything else) feels like it's eating away at my soul too.

I didn't even blink at Ash Wednesday yesterday. Bleh, whuteva...

I know we are fortunate that winter is only one season, and it had been very mild up until a couple weeks ago. Still, here we are.

I'm ready for winter to be over. For covid to be over. For partisan politics to be over. For hate and killing and war and every kind of evil to be over.

But we take a deep breath, count our blessings, and move on. One step at a time; one foot in front of the other.

That's about as good as I can do today. February is a feeling, indeed. And I'm feeling blue. And old. Salty.

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“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” -Romans 8:38-39