- I baked or concocted over nine desserts this month.
- I threw four parties, a surprise party for my husband, a gathering of four-year-olds dressed as their favorite characters, and two slumber parties two weekends in a row (what was I thinking?). I went through moments convinced my house has never been cleaner to a droopy-faced realization my house has never been such a mess after the parties wrapped up.
- I finished the rough draft of my fifth novel. (I’ve also fallen madly in love with my next novel concept and characters, etc.)
- I shoveled so much snow most mornings resembled a scene straight out of Groundhog Day.
- I bundled my children up to look like the little guy in A Christmas Story enough times I began figuring out ways to beat my zip and button time.
- I drove on roads slicker than any of the Jersey Shore lad’s hair enough times I clench up just stepping inside my car.
- I watched as my husband went through some crazy, then exciting business changes.
- A peanut butter jar decided to take a leap off our pantry door and skydive down onto my foot with a crash landing. Several toes took the hit hard, but they’re making an impressive (yet bruised) comeback.
- And I’m currently reviewing four books.
Which brings me to one of the books…
Kathi Lipp’s The Me Project: 21 Days to Living the Life You’ve Always Wanted is exactly what the doctor ordered. I’m choosing to pour back into myself. To regroup, recharge and refocus. I’m much better at giving myself away when I have something to give anyway, right?
What are you going to do in February to consciously take care of yourself?
*photo of my little Rapunzel