It’s March! Hey, who kidnapped me and drugged me until it was March?! Huh?! Was it you?*
February has been a month devoted to recuperation. After encountering RSI (Oh, hai there, RSI, please don’t make me squeal like a wounded animal) for the first time, most of what I did in February concerned swift recuperation.** As I don’t do well with pain, I teetered out of control and went off course with what I intended to achieve this month. Nevertheless, I feel February as a month dedicated to stasis and mending. It’s rooted in my biology to hibernate during February. If January is the dramatic rebirth, February is the short spell of repletion as a necessary prerequisite to take on the months to follow. I take time to adjust my Lycra super hero suit and brave another year as the masked avenger known under the moniker Twenty Something – expert at self deprecation, artistic doubt and unrealistic expectations. Read More The February Achievements: Melancholy Edition