It might be the shortest month of the year but February often feels like the longest. The holidays are long past and spring seems so close, yet so far and the ground hog almost always says there is 6 more weeks of winter. SIGH.
Every February I have this same feeling of wanting to stay in my house draw the curtains, turn on the fireplace and hide until the temperature is consistently 60 degrees out and at the same time I want to hop on the next flight to anywhere warm, sunny and with palm trees.
February is my least favorite month of the year and every year I find myself repeating the same patterns.
Signs I’m Having a Case of the Februaries
Eat entirely too much junk food. Like I find myself driving home with an hour to kill and suddenly I’m taking the long way because it goes past my favorite cupcake place.
Bake because when I run out of cupcakes I need something else to fill the void.
Drink endless cups of coffee, sure it’s after 4:00 but I need something warm in my hands.
Pull on my warmest clothes: fleece pants with stars on them, sure. Oversized theramal sweater, I’ll take 2.
Sit by the fireplace curled up under blankets.
Download Kindle book samples until I find one I like.
Shop online for more cozy sweaters than I need because winter feels eternal and I’m not leaving the house to go shopping.
My motivation level is usually similar to the temperature outside.
I start planning exotic trips that I will not be taking. This years imaginary agenda: Disney cruise, cruise to Cuba and visiting Beaches Turks and Caicos.
Start planning my next Disney vacation, even if it’s more than 6 months away.
Drink bottles of red wine because when in doubt pour another glass.
Move onto the white but know in my heart that white wine does not tame the winter blues.
Use the dog as a blanket cause he’s just so cozy.
Wake up and pull the covers back over my head and daydream about staying in bed all day.
Avoid running errands, social interaction and having people come over my house because it requires me to get out of my pajamas.
Make lots of plans in hopes that it makes February go a little bit faster, immediately regret having made those plans but do them anyway and be glad I did.
Buy more wine, plan more trips and excitedly wear all those cozy sweaters I ordered. February doesn’t last forever even though it feels that way.