Just January
We moved here Jan 1, 2021. Here being New Jersey. I remember thinking at one time, as I looked out the window, that everything looked gray. I was convinced it was postpartum depression. Now I know it’s not. It’s just January. I mean it could have been PPD, but a lot of it was still Just January.
On the Deep Dive Podcast, they discussed this theory of seasons where there’s spring 1 and spring 2, and I can’t remember how it breaks down exactly but I’ve had a major revelation:
February 1 is Spring 1.
Winter is really just seeing if you can survive January.
We made it. If not crawling to the finish line, we’ve made it.
Mazel tov to those who take this 5-week month and decide to eat completely clean and not drink. I can’t tell if you know that the clean eating gives you the extra lightness needed to survive; or those, like who me, who lean into wine and chocolate, knowing that that’s the only way to get through. Both schools are rolling admission.
Anyway, it’s February now. Doesn’t matter how you got here, just glad you did.
This is my foundational build of Januaries past. Last year I vowed to get highlights and be someone who blow dries their hair and gets their nails done. This January I added face masks that I store in a skin care fridge I didn’t know I needed. It got me to February.
An Italian friend from Jersey who now lives in LA suggested I go tanning to stop looking so Jersey Tired and have UVA/B light therapy. Think it’s wise to add that to the curriculum. Since you know, face masks and all.
Progress ///