January Year

My favorite month — for quite some time now — has been January. 

I don’t mind the dark days, I don’t mind the cold. I actually really enjoy the challenges that January brings.

It takes more effort to get outside, more courage to do things. It makes those things feel worth it and it makes me consider more the way I spend my time.

Time is why I love January so much, because there is such a vast amount of it that month. 

I finally have time to read, write, create, cook and spend time with loved ones. I watch movies and shows without the guilt of wasting time because I have so much of it. I live from a place of abundance, scarcity not anywhere in sight. 

This year January zoomed by me too quickly and now that it’s the last day of March I find myself longing for the first month of the year and mourning that it slipped by too fast.

But what if I view this new month before me as I did January? What if I viewed this entire year as a January year?

To live from a place of contentment and ease — resting in the knowledge that I have time.

It’s actually the only thing I really have. 

“This is the earnest work. Each of us is given

Only so many mornings to do it— 

To look around and love.”

— Mary Oliver