February

Holy Moly!  I can't believe it's February already.  When I was in cotillion, one of the dances we learned was square dancing.  I can't remember the name of the square dancing teacher, but she would shout the steps over the music.  At the end of whatever pattern you were doing, she would shout "And onnnn tooooo the next!" and every other couple would shuffle on down to the left and start up the pattern again with that couple.  

For some reason this quick transition from January to February reminds me of that.  I feel like I'm spinning madly around the ballroom, barely having the chance to greet January, before - "And onnnn tooooo the next!"- February comes barreling around the corner.  

You know what keeps you from losing your balance when you spin and spin and spin in a dance like contra?  You look into the eyes of your partner, the only fixed point in a room spinning out of control.  But I don't have anything to focus on in this wild dance of time.  I don't yet have a goal that I can set my sights on to keep me from reeling as the weeks and months whip past me.  

By summertime I hope to have chosen something to keep me steady.