My mom's birthday falls in this month, but she no longer remembers that fact. The winter wind and chilly temperatures seem to burrow right through me, but Punxsutawny Phil taunts me with the idea that we still have more winter in store than I care for.
And while the days are getting longer—I no longer drive home from chauffeuring the children in the dark—summer seems just too far off to even adequately picture sunny skies and sandy, Michigan beaches (yes, Walloon Lake is already calling to me).
On days when the conflict gets to be too much, I look for the little things to get me through. Little things like:
A cup of hot tea
Chocolate-covered pretzels
A new story idea
Smiles from my kids
A kind word from a colleague
A friend's triumph
The realization that it is, indeed a Friday.
I hope your Friday is going well and that you find what you need to make it through the next few weeks of winter.
Happy Writing!
~Christina
