If March comes in like a lion, well, February was a stinkbug the whole time.
Crappy metaphor aside, what I'm trying to say is that February was a really rough month for me. I really lost direction; I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I say this all in past tense, as if it were all done with now, but it's not. I'm still working out what I want, what I want to do, what matters to me.
I was lucky enough to get to go home for a couple of weeks, which was really nice--plus, it coincided with the Winter Olympics, which cheered me up considerably. Even with the fantastic game that was the men's gold medal round, however, I still wasn't my best.
So, with a new month ahead of me, I'm going to figure out my life a little bit better and refocus on what is important and what I both want and need to do.
Part of figuring that stuff out involves better defining what I want and don't want for myself. Even in the simplest of ways, it all helps in the grander scheme of things. All too often we allow ourselves to put up with stuff we shouldn't have to; definition gives us some of our power back, it allows us a tiny victory. We need little victories in life. They help us get through the defeats.
It's time for my own personal Olympics. I need some Gold in my life.