Real talk. February and March kind of suck. Sure, there are cool things that come with these months. You get to eat your weight in chocolate on Valentine’s/Galentine’s Day. You get to pretend you’re Irish and drink your weight in beer on St. Paddy’s day. My birthday is in February!
What do you mean you don’t celebrate my birthday like a national holiday? I’m shocked. And hurt. So hurt.
But in between those admittedly great-ish holidays, the weather is doing its best to break you.
It’s snowy or rainy or just generally gross and cold outside, and even when the clouds part and you can see a glimpse of the sun, you’re punished by bitter cold that makes your face hurt. Ouch.
I’m an inside kid. I’ll admit it. I love fall, and winter is my jam. But even though I love bundling up with blankets and drinking tea and locking myself in the house with really good books, eventually even I start to crave some Vitamin D so much, I almost forget that it comes with really terrible seasonal allergies. April is really the cruelest month of all…
What can I say? I’m a little ray of sunshine this time of year.