I’ve come to understand I’m a seasonal person, and I have a seasonal personality.
Today, as I attempt to keep at bay a fatigue that’s making me want to buckle at the knees, I remembered that it’s February 1st, the last day before February 2 and a time many cultures/peoples celebrate as the beginning of spring.
I remember a couple/few decades ago being so excited to discover/learn about celebrations of the midpoints of seasons: Hallow’s Eve/Dia de los Muertos being the midpoint between fall and winter; May Day being the midpoint between spring and summer; and, well, Groundhog Day (Feb 2) being the midpoint between winter and spring.
So happy almost Groundhog Day! See you on the other side.
