Let’s face it--times are hard. I will admit that in 2021 every positive column I wrote for you guys was an effort. Last winter (2021) was a particularly trying time for me personally. I lost my father right before Christmas and my grandmother was not doing well either. I was 35 years old, but I felt 100. I was at least mature enough to look in the mirror, laugh and acknowledge to myself: “Right now really sucks.” I was pretty numb and don’t remember January. Finally, February rolled around and it was dark and cold. I was desperate to feel happy again and knew I would turn a corner as soon as the time changed and the weather got warmer. 

I don’t recall exactly where I was, maybe at the gym, when I looked at two of my closest friends, Alana and Stephanie, and declared that February would be dubbed “Fun February.” We were going to blitz our way to spring and have fun if it killed us. My plan was to schedule so much fun stuff in February that it would have to fly by. Spring, sunshine and daffodils would be here before we knew it. I was a bit manic about it.

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