It’s so close I can see it on the horizon, just beyond that bank of dirty snow. I can smell its promise, its potential and its hope. All I have to do is jump over a few more hoops made of weird days off, fattening mayonnaise-based dips, and holiday expectations. Once I’ve dipped my final pretzel rod into the last bit of smoked gouda spread and put away all the Christmas stuff I am buying this afternoon at the 50% off sales, I am going to belly flop into January.
The best month of the year.
Ya’ll, I love January like Martin Scorsese loves Leonardo DiCaprio. If January was a singer, it would be my Willie Nelson. If it was a Supreme Court Justice, it would be my sweet Sonia Sotomayor. And if it was a humanely-run, big box retailer, it would be COSTCO.
Oh, sweet January, come here and give me a big fat kiss.
January. I love that oranges are in season and there’s no more chocolate truffles laying around. I love that it’s too cold to dress stylishly or to run on the lake. The pressure’s off in January– there are no gift-giving occasions, other than a couple of family birthdays (Hi, Simon, Frank, Krista and Patrick– I won’t forget you or give you month-old red and green M&M’s for your birthdays).
There’s no expectation that I be tan or toned or happy during January. (I will admit the overcrowding at the gym next month will seriously bug, but that blows over pretty fast when everyone reverts back to normal by February 15.)
I’ll have a new EXCEL spreadsheet for tracking my 2014 budget. And, I’ll have a new list for “Books read” and “Places visited.”
I love the quiet, unassuming grace of January– no good movies ever come out and no restaurants open. It’s like a freebie month to put my life back together after the tornado of fun and calories that is December.
Januaries are the best months of my life. It’s not an accident that the seeds of my marriage were planted during a night at the opera with Jeff in January. I bought my first condo in January. I had a baby in January. I joined Costco in January. My favorite show, Mad Men, stars January Jones. There are no coincidences here, people.
Thus it is will delicious anticipation that I open my arms and welcome whatever January 2014 ushers in. Only 5 more days!
Are you looking forward to January?