The last seven Januarys, I absolutely dreaded the upcoming Februarys.
Since a friend died in February 2003, it’s been my worst month. Both his birthday and the anniversary of his accident are in February, exactly two weeks apart.
No matter what I did, I would re-live all those emotions of that week year after year.
But after a little bit of progress last year, I’ve noticed a huge shift this year. You know what I think of when I think about this, the eighth, February?
I think about the start of Spring Training. I think about things that will feed my Android obsession, like whatever Android-related announcement Sprint is making on the 7th and Mobile World Congress. Then I think about baseball some more.
Yes, what happened eight years ago still weighs on me. But it’s not consuming my every thought, emotion, and moment. And if you had asked me three years ago if that would ever be possible for this month, I would have thought you were crazy for even asking the question.
But I’ve finally gotten there.
For the first time in eight years, I can say…
Happy February!
February 21st, 2011 at 12:58 am
That is no small thing, my friend. No small thing. Happy February, Risa! Happy indeed.