I seemed to clamber out of the January pool of holiday bliss, bundle our kids off to school and February smacked me in the face. February is upon us.

February 2020.

When I was a little girl I had imagined 2020 to be some kind of supercharged world, unrecognisable to the ’80s in which I was living. I wondered what the world would be like, what I’d be doing, where I’d be living. I had quite exotic thoughts about the future and I defintiely thought we’d be living more of a Jetson-Esque lifestyle with flying cars and robot maids.

To my disappointment, there’s not a single flying car to be seen and the closest we got to a robot maid was that stupid round vacuum thingo that banged into furniture.

Instead, 2020 sees the comeback of the scrunchy and a high waisted jean. There has been a resurgence of bodysuits and a new take on the rah-rah skirt.(less Rah-more skirt). What’s next…blue mascara? One can only hope actually. I loved my blue mascara, with complimentary blue eyeshadow and a touch of pink in the corners for the brave ones.

However, I am determined to tick off some goals in 2020, but 2020 started a month ago.

I’m already behind and I haven’t even started yet.

Let’s face it though. The year really doesn’t “start” until February. Or is that just me?
I don’t even know what January is anymore. I think we need to give up on January because it shouldn’t even count as a month. Nothing productive happens in January. NOTHING. January feels like December’s hang over, and for some of us, the “check liver” light may also be blinking. Also, for the love of all that is good and decent, don’t even think about standing on scales or looking too closely at your bank balance after the month long soirée we call January.

February, on the other hand is a whole other situation.. it feels like it’s GAME ON. February is intense and wildly reminds me of all the crap I promised I’d do throughout 2020 while in the slumber of that stupid week between Christmas and New Year. Somehow the new year seemed such a long way away in that inbetweeny week of the post christmas/pre new year vortex. It’s a time where the dreams that are dreamt can easily become broken promises.

But if you’re like me and have begun to feel the tick-tock of the life clock and want to cross off some bucket list items before you actually ‘kick the bucket’, then I’m feeling ya, or I’m gearing up for a mid-life crisis 🤔.

Either way…February… let’s do it.

M