[This is off topic and not all that cheerful. Read at your own peril.]

Let me be honest: I don’t like January.

It is, perhaps, my least favorite month of the year (though I’m not real crazy about March, either, but that’s mainly because I live in Ohio and the weather sucks in March). For me, January is usually fraught with unexpected expenses, illness, back and forth between various tax websites and student loan companies, crappy weather and worse roads, post-holiday scheduling cuts (and thus, pay cuts) at work, and the start of SAD season for me, which usually lasts well into April (yes, I have one of those special lamps. No, it is not a cure-all).  And to top it off, I’m usually surrounded by fonts of energetic optimism, making goals, working out, and preaching about how “a healthy lifestyle will really make everything better!” when my only solace comes from spending too many hours on the couch with knitting and that leftover Christmas candy I got for 90% off.

January 2013 sucked. It sucked in such a major way that I’m surprised NASA didn’t set up a special task force to analyze it and incorporate it into the design of the particle accelerator, since no black hole they might have accidentally created could possibly have had more sucking power. It seemed to be a carry over from 2012, which was absolutely horrible. Things didn’t improve until around March. At that point, I went from not being able to catch a break to a few good things starting to happen–which would promptly be followed by something horrible that completely negated it (like getting a publishing contract…which was then dropped. Or the three awesome job interviews I had…none of which resulted in offers for various reasons. Or the fact that every time I got a windfall, something would break or just go horribly wrong and my account would end up over drawn).

I kind of felt like I went from sky diving without a parachute only to land on a rollercoaster. Only instead of the hills getting smaller as the ride went on, the drop offs just became steeper.

I’m hoping that this year, I get all of the crap out of the way early. If I’m using that theory, then January is right on schedule and things should be fine and dandy by spring at the latest.

Of course, that was the theory I used last year, too, and look how that turned out.