Dear January,
Oh, how I detest you. You’re a month that has nothing to offer. No jingle bells, no good will towards men, and resolutions that don’t last. The holidays are over now and I am left with an empty feeling and an empty bank account. Because of you the gas bill has never been higher. January, you weigh me down. Physically, I feel the added winter pounds pulling on my bones making me so sluggish. Emotionally, I feel a heaviness in my heart. Your days are short and bleak. Your darkness seems to consume me. You bring biting cold and salt covered sidewalks. The bottoms of my pants drag along dirty, slushy paths, leaving my ankles cold and wet all day. Barren tree branches tremble in the whipping wind like they’re shivering, just as I do while waiting at the bus stop. January, I think you’re out to get me. Remember 2 years ago when you hurled me down the side of the mountain? I thought for sure that my snowboard, my skull or both had busted in half. And how can I forget the exceptionally harsh way you treated me last year….practically keeping me hostage in my own bed while I lay there continually sick and emotionally exhausted. Every year you come around I pray for some way to remove you from the calendar. I long for green grass, sno-cones and sprinklers, water parks and sandals. So January, I’m begging you, just this once, to silently disappear and let spring make its way here.
Jamie
