February is such an odd month for feelings.
In this in-between stage where we wait for the slow descent into autumn or the burgeoning of light in spring, it’s normal to feel a bit unsettled; like something’s not quite right or that maybe you’ve forgotten an item of importance.
Based on no scientific evidence whatsoever, I think it’s because we’re waiting for significant change and the delightful busyness that ensues. Aside from their very purposeful role in annual scheme of things, autumn and spring are preparatory seasons.
We’re preparing the home for a fallow winter; cushioning the nest so it’s cosy and comforting and somewhere we want to be when it’s cold and dark. Or, we’re throwing open the windows and letting the house breathe; completely buoyed by the promise of more light and warmth.
But right now we’re in that anticipatory period feeling somewhat lost and therefore, a little meh.