Free from the February Funk

You may (or may not) have noticed that I’ve posted a little less recently.  It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, it’s more that the annual battle between February and me has been raging on, and while I can now say I have the upper hand (half term break does that to a girl!), it was iffy for a couple of weeks!

February has long been the least favourite of my months, and it always kicks my butt a little.

Luckily, several lovely things (the arrival of our beautiful niece, on whom much much much more later; a valiant attempt at a difficult goal; a gorgeous wedding in York with some people Matthew and I adore; a change in the weather – from grey and wet to crisp and bright; more time together with Matthew; half-term break) have all arrived/happened in the past week, so the February funk has well and truly been defeated.  Like a boss.

And it feels good to be back in my regular groove, with fresh insights providing me with the necessary perspective to see how lucky I am.  My life is not perfect (but really, whose is?), but it is beautiful.  I’m so blessed to live the life I do.  

To be kind and and gentle and sometimes a little shambolic, and to have people need me and appreciate this part of me.

To loved and be loved.  

To see the wonder in a spiderweb, a dancefloor, a baby’s gurgle.

To wake up beside my love and to go to sleep after chatting the evening away.

To dream big and to hope just as big.

To be inspired by the people and things around me.  

To have the chance to help.

To have not just one family, but two, who treasure me for me and who let me be part of their stories.

To have three little furballs who make me giggle every day and whose cuddles soothe many of the hurts of the day to day.

To have a job where I feel I’m making a difference, which challenges and stimulates me – and frequently cracks me up.  

To have friends who challange me, inspire me, love me and make my world beautiful and strange and wonderful.

To sleep long and hard and deep.

To be reasonably healthy – sure I’d love to be skinnier, but I am hale and hearty and healthy.  

To have a hundred stories and thousands of words in my head at any one time, ready to play and sing and share.

To have time to read and write and yomp up hills in the blue skies and frosts of a February morning.  

To have a past to learn from and a future to look forward to.

To live in one of the most beautiful, vibrant, ridiculous cities on earth.  

To have money.  Sometimes with savings and student loans and the stuff of life it may nor seem like much, granted, but enough to send birthday cards in the mail, buy a new cardigan when the old one frays, or grab a mocha on a murky Monday morning.

To own a home, in all its ‘getting-there, projects-and-plans, ‘oops-I-inadvertently-ironed-the-carpet’ glory.

And that’s why I can’t hate the February funk, even though it makes me a little blue for a week or two.  Because it never fails to remind me just how lucky I am.  I feel renewed.

Glad to be back.  How are you, lovelies?


  1. Riot Kitty
    19th February 2013 / 10:53 pm

    Sweet! Glad you're out of the funk. This time of year is a tipping point for me, too – for many of us, I think. It's sunny today! I can't wait to see pics of your niece!

  2. Christielli
    20th February 2013 / 1:17 am

    During this dark time of year, we really do need to focus on our blessings. Glad you have so many!

  3. Siobhan
    20th February 2013 / 9:56 am

    Glad you are out of the funk and have alife filled with blessings. 🙂

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