Is it still January? January has been the longest year ever. You read that correctly. Why does January always feel like this? Maybe it’s just me because my spouse looked at me as if I were a crazy person when I mentioned this. I am, in fact, a little certifiable, but this really is a thing. It’s not January’s fault. I mean, it didn’t ask to be the first month after the holidays. Truth be told, I think January got screwed. I blame the Catholics.
I can blame those pew loving individuals because I am one, but more importantly, it is recorded in history. You see, the date was chosen partly in honor of Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and the month’s namesake. Though medieval Christians attempted to replace January 1 with more important religious dates. The big guy, Pope Gregory XIII, created an updated calendar that officially established January 1 as New Year’s Day in 1582. Oh, and if that’s not enough, good ole Julius Caesar agreed that January should be the entrance to the new year. At one point, some guy named Numa (I didn’t research because I didn’t want anymore useless info in my head), revised the Roman republican calendar so that January replaced March as the first month. The more you know.
January hasn’t been difficult. It has just been very long. At least, in my opinion. Time is weird. Sometimes I think it is too slow and then other times, I feel like it is fleeting. The power of perception can really alter my view of things. All I can say is that I am sorry for January. It is a lot of pressure to be up first. Performance anxiety is heightened. No offense, but I am looking forward to February. Less drama. Less pressure.