Woe is February

Over the past few years I have witnessed family, friends and loved ones get rather down in the dumps during the second month of the year. Whether it was the harsh weather or the lesser amount of sunlight bringing everyone down, I do not know. But each year, I watched as the behavior of people around me noticeably changed. Most times, for the worse.

Yet in February of 2008, it is I who find myself wallowing in a depression-like state. There are times when I feel like I am breaking out of this potentially self-induced funk only to find myself feeling like I have a tremendous weight on my chest that cannot be removed.

It is not the temperature outside that has been bothering me. No, it is the tides of change that are swirling about me, threatening to engulf my static state of being. 

As lost as I may feel, I continue to grasp for the warmth and compassion that is being extended either knowingly or unknowingly by friends and family. Lately, it has only been in these moments of "connectedness" in which I have felt centered. When one is so use to relying on their own intuition to decipher the complexities of life, it is humbling to go through a stretch where the only answers to be found are from the mouths of others.

Chances are that if you are reading this, you are deserving of my gratitude.  Whether you are near or far, know that in your own way, you have touched my life in some capacity, and for that I thank you. This is a shout-out to my acquaintances, friends, and family. Domo! Domo, very much!