I used to loathe you January. I found you dark and depressing and loooooonnnnnggg.
But then I discovered the potential of your quiet, unscheduled weekends. I learned to see you as an opportunity for creative renewal.
And now I'm bubbling over with creative ideas, struggling to focus on just one or maybe four things at a time, to really make the most of your lovely stretches of open time. And now you are flying by so quickly when I'm having so much fun.