February has never been my favorite month.
Big things tend to happen in my world in February.
I broke my arm in February 1980. There was massive domestic violence in February 1984 that tore my world apart. In 1999 I wound up pregnant (surprise!). A year later in 2000 we moved to our first house in the brutal cold of a Steamboat winter. In 2002 we packed up and left our mountain home and moved to Boulder in the worse snowstorm of the year. And in the most recent February, my marriage crumbled.
February has become a pivotal month in my life and this year I’m calling bullshit.
When you live as many years as I have there will be months that stand out. For a while I thought it was mere coincidence, but now I think the Universe has it out for me. Every twelve months the Gods have Open Season and I’m the target.
We’re two days away from February 2012 and I’m ready to take shelter in a bunker. If I could put out a request to the powers that be, please know that I’ve had my share of smack-downs this last year and I need some good things to happen in February. I have no faith in the cute little hearts that dot calendars or the little cupids that proclaim love on Valentine’s Day. All I want this year is for nothing bad to happen.
Wake me up when it’s March.