The Quiet Part

Mango blazer (similar)
Le Chateau sweater (c/o) (similar)
Grlfrnd jeans (c/o REVOLVE)
Raye boots (c/o REVOLVE) (similar)
Celine handbag
Zara belt (similar)
Zara sunglasses (similar)
Elizabeth Lyn Jewelry necklace (similar)
Wolf Circus necklace (similar)
Madewell rings
Vintage ring (similar)
Mango earrings
Location: Manitoba Legislative Building – Winnipeg, Manitoba

We’ve officially reached the quietest part of January – the last sleepy week of what is already the most mundane month of the year. For the most part, Christmas bills are paid, new year’s resolutions are a few weeks forgotten and, with the notable exception of people who love winter sports, we’re all just waiting for this first long month of the year to end so we can get on with our lives.

…or is that just me? It can’t be.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate a few quiet weeks to get caught up on life after the hectic holiday season. I do. I’ve sorted my photo archives and laughed at every one of the questionable eyebrow-related decisions I’ve made since 2009. (There have been a lot of them.) I’ve read seventeen books, which may well be more than I’ll have time for in the rest of the months of the year put together. With few plans and hours of free time, I’ve managed to write a tentative schedule for every day of our Paris trip – you know, to make sure I get to all the stores I want to shop at while we’re there. And made an elaborate Google map of all of it, because why not? I’ve had the time, after all.

But now it’s January twenty-eighth and I am officially over quiet. The days spent in my pyjamas are dragging. I’ve watched everything on Netflix that I could possibly be interested in seeing, and a few things that I now know were little more than hours of my life I will never get back. I’m ready to move on, but this quiet month isn’t over yet. There are still four more long days to go.

In past years, I’ve spent most of January complaining about January and everything that makes me dislike it. It’s too long, it’s too cold, it’s too dark… I could go on. I have gone on – frequently and with feeling. Part of the reason for all of those complaints, if I’m honest, is simply that I’ve lacked anything more meaningful to talk about because so little happens in the first thirty-one days of each year. This year, I think I’ve done a reasonably good job of keeping my complaints to a minimum, but as of today, I’m done with it. January, with its freezing temperatures and endless days of quiet contemplation, is my least favourite month and I am absolutely ready for it to end.

February start on Friday, which means Paris is less than a month away. There is so much to come that I’m excited about and, while I’m not wishing my life away, per se, I am ready for the fun to begin!