January
I love January because it gives me permission to try again.
I graduated college after a severe traumatic brain injury.
By Gentle Witch
Graduated college with a double major
Former federal government employee
I love January because it gives me permission to try again.
December is my favorite because the world slows and softens. A variety of holidays are celebrated, and most people seem to be more kind.
October feels like magic you can touch.
August feels like a sunset which lingers, glows, and refuses to leave too soon.
June is my favorite because long days seem to reek of opportunity.
May is when I feel most like myself. During May, I feel open, optimistic, and thriving.
I like April. April feels gentle, like the world is giving me a hug.
March is my favorite because it smells like hope showing up.
February feels like a soft whisper: “Keep holding on for a bit longer.”
January is my favorite because beginnings have always felt important to me.