Do you ever feel like you need another day in the week? That’s how I feel about February. Leap years make me happy because I have 24 more hours to fill before the calendar turns over.
The last 28 days have been close to a blur.
It’s been 28 days of illness and/or injury, and if not either one of those, swim meets.
Doing anything while riding out a virus can be difficult, trying to train though that can be a tricky balance. Do I swim or do I rest? I can’t tell you whether I made the best decisions or not, but I will tell you that next time I decide to enter 3 swim meets three weeks in a row I’ll be sure to have a better training base.
Work was slow this month so while my bank account is a little less full than it would be at this point in the year, I was afforded the time to recover from my various ailments without having to miss out on much, if anything.
I spend the first half of the month thinking March was a week away and the later half of the month thinking I had a few weeks before I had to plan out what’s next. Now March starts tomorrow and all I have to show for it is a bunch of blog posts in various states of completion.
I watched a lot of entertainment related items this month, there’s only so much one can do under the constant haze of Ben@dryl. Unfortunately, a lot of them required subtitles so it was more than I bargained for in terms of the brain power required, on the plus side I retained more Spanish in my six years of study than I could have guessed.
I’ve been looking through boxes of old school papers, like from the 90s old. It’s strange what was considered an accomplishment back then. I have more than one certificate to congratulate me for having a good day in school. And people complain about having to deal with a generation of “snowflakes.” I wonder how that possibly could have started? Could it have been because we started giving out certificates for just getting through the day? (I vote yes)
I still don’t have a clue how my word for the year fits into my life. I’ve given up any means of discerning what it could mean after 2 months of basically journaling my brains out. But there are 307 days to sort something out, wait for the heavens to open, or a lightning bolt to strike my in the head.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s been plenty of “new” this month, but it feels forced, like I keep trying to make something happen that isn’t meant to be.
I’m not going to say that I’m excited to see how the next month unfolds, I haven’t been excited for that kind of thing in who knows how long. However, I hope that next month brings more productivity and peace.