my shortest letter yet.

February was a blur.

It was probably one of the calmest 28-day period I’ve had in a long time.

Obviously, I’m still stuck in this strange vortex and moving in cycles along with time, masks, vaccination missteps, and video calls. We all are.

But February felt different - almost like, it was all over for 28 days.

Like people weren’t dying anymore and neighbors weren’t arguing.

Like politics, history and random opinions didn’t matter. 

Like nobody or nothing was vying for my attention.

After 28 days of avoiding unsolicited verbiage, public health data, and doomscrolling, I’ve realized that I have to take some responsibility for my own feelings, perception, and state of mind over the past year, at least.

It’s so easy to lend our ears to information, news, and opinions that don’t count for much.

Every CNN news hour starts with breaking news that really isn’t breaking, politicians are making more promises than they can actually keep, your entire social media feed is filled with seasoned armchair motivational speakers and business experts, and of course, everyone’s opinion is just a little bit more accurate and important than the next person’s.

So, in a month like February, when I intentionally limited my consumption of such crap and access to such personalities, I felt safe, optimistic, and frankly happier for 28 days.

Have a great March.

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