#notmyFebruary

It seems like we always say that the short weeks feel the longest -- even when we have Monday off, the rest of the week seems to drag.  That's how I feel about February right now: the shortest month feels the longest.

Since my birthday at the beginning of the month (which was a good start), I have left my wallet in a cab (see Chicago post) and rear-ended someone (who, in turn, rear-ended someone else).  Not my finest moments.  Not my February.  Both situations have caused a number of residual headaches.  And in both instances, I was totally at fault - I was in a hurry, thinking about something else, preoccupied.  Message has been sent and received: I need to slow down and be present.  My life is going a million miles an hour in as many directions, but I have to find a way to be in the now.  We work so hard with our kids at school about being mindful in their actions and identifying their needs.  It's time for me to take a lesson from my own book.

I have lots of goals, and I'm committed to moving "be present" to the top of the list.  It's a work in progress.  In the meantime, this is #notmyFebruary.  I'll be so glad when it's over.