FEBRUARY FIRSTS

My first (and only) marriage was on a snowy morning in early February... 27 years ago. That was followed by my first son, my first daughter (a February birthday), and eventually my first-last son (also a February birthday)...That last one was 21 years ago.

I celebrate and experience a lot of firsts every February, even though it's the second month of the year.

I don't know why, but this February actually felt more like a January. I got to work on new goals. I cemented new friendships. I drew and painted things unlike anything I'd done before.

There was a freshness to this month that felt like waking up and getting busy in all the best ways. I worked hard. I played hard. And I did all the things in between. From before sun-up and until long after dark — including a full moon hike.

I started to see the first signs of spring, spotted the number 2 everywhere, visited a new-to-me spa, and snacked on all sorts of sweets. I even settled into a new relationship with Wordle.

I like the idea of starting something new NOT at the beginning. Most of life happens in the middle part — between birth and that last breath. February just goes to prove that new beginnings in the midst of things are perfectly fabulous.

XO,

Christy