
I’ve never been a February fan.
I guess a lot of people feel that way.
February mostly feels like a whole bunch of dreary "without
ends".
February mostly feels like waiting in line at the DMV to
find out what other line you’re supposed to be standing in.
February mostly feels like sitting through the popcorn and
Twizzlers commercials at the multiplex, 20 minutes after the movie was scheduled
to begin.
February mostly feels like waiting for a table at Applebee’s
on a Saturday night.
February mostly feels like waiting for your waitress to take
your order at Applebee’s on a Saturday night.
February mostly feels like waiting for your table to be cleared
at Applebee’s on a Saturday night.
February mostly feels like waiting for your bill at Applebee’s
on a Saturday night.
February mostly feels like wondering why you ever went to Applebee’s
on a Saturday night...or at all.
But that was before my new positive outlook on all things
dreary.
My realization that there’s something good to be found in
all things...even dreary things...even Applebee’s.















