Fare thee poor, February

February is never my highest point. For the shortest month, it certainly feels eternal.

Imagine my surprise when at the beginning of February, there were flowers! Daffodils at that! Maybe this would be a different kind of February for me!

As March roars its way into Galway, I look back and see that, nope, flowers don't make fundamental changes to my relationship with the calendar year. I spent a chunk of those four weeks feeling numb and deeply apathetic. Luckily, I know the signs and watched out to avoid the worst. It's frustrating though.

March, on the other hand, March is full of promise. In a single day, Galway has had flurries, hail, rainbows, sunshine, wind, and rain. With a kickoff like that, who knows what March will bring? For me, it brings a visit from friends and from family. It brings the presentation of my MA dissertation proposal. It brings hope of an internship placement. It brings me ever so much closer to a birthday I'm not quite sure about. And it brings me a good solid hug from my Pop-Pop, who I can hear saying to "Take care" as I walk about in the country of his grandparents. So you know what, March? Bring on the promise and the question marks. If I can make it through February, I can make it through anything.