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You are a new beginning. You are a blank slate.
You are breathtaking chill, bare trees, and bright sun against cloudless blue skies.
You bring weeks of illness and isolation. (Every year.)
You bring fatigue levels that make the rest of the year seem easy (even though I know it’s not).
You bring weariness to my already tired bones.
You inspire me and yet somehow wreck me.
You fill my mind with grand ideas, invite me to make changes,
and give me the hopes and dreams of a brighter future.
You make me want to create.
You beg me to give myself more time and space for myself and the relationships I cherish the most.
You make me feel like I can take on the world and do anything…
And then you bring me to the complete and utter end of myself.
Dear January. You are hard on me. But we still had a good run.
And in spite of your brutality upon this weary momma’s heart and soul, I’m thankful for your gifts.
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