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Finding Hope in January’s Shadows

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?



January used to be one of my favored months. It held the promise of new beginnings, fresh starts, and the excitement of a year brimming with possibility. There was something about the crisp, cold air and the blank slate of a new calendar that felt invigorating. But over the years, January has taken a different turn for me. It’s become a month marked by sadness, loss, and difficult moments.

I look at May, my birthday month, with joy. And of course, December holds the warmth of the holidays, with all the festivity and togetherness that comes with it. Even August, with its languid summer days, brings a sense of relaxation and happiness. But January? January has been harsh.

I’ve faced some of my most significant disappointments in the depths of winter. I’ve experienced loss, profound grief, and situations that have shaken me to my core. As a result, the month has become a time of year that I now approach with trepidation. I don’t want to feel this way. I want to hold on to that optimism I used to feel, the one that January once promised. I never want to lose hope, no matter how tough it gets.

So here I am, trying to dig deep into a well of optimism, even as the month looms large. We are near the end of November with one month left till the new year. I remind myself that just as the seasons change, so do our fortunes. It’s a challenge to remain hopeful, but I’ve survived everything this far. This January, I’ll do my best to embrace the possibilities, to open myself to the idea that maybe, just maybe, this year will be different.

Here’s to finding light in January’s shadows.

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  1. In Someways it appears We Humans are most
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  2. I’m with you! I can absolutely relate. January and February just kind of suck. Holidays are done, cold weather drags on, and yes let’s not forget the anniversaries of tragedy and loss 💔. I really like your take on this going forward. I’ll make a serious attempt to adopt the mindset you described 😊. I’ll also focus on gardening efforts for 2025 during that time as well, because our growing seasons begin right after that 😊. Thanks for writing this; very important stuff 🙌

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