How come February is the shortest month, but somehow feels like the longest? Thankfully, it’s punctuated by Pippin’s birthday, which provides a ray of intense sunshine in what is otherwise, so often, a dark time for me. There have been some high points this month, too, so it’s not all bad, but some very sad times to boot.
I always find February a struggle. In last month’s diary, I alluded to the fact that I hadn’t been feeling too great, either physically or emotionally, and as February dawned, I was in a very low frame of mind. It’s like a swamp that pulls me downwards at great speed, taking my confidence and any aspirations or desires with it. I know I’m very privileged to have the life I do, so…
