February is Almost Over!

Emotionally, February is the longest month of the year. Not sure why but those 28 (sometimes 29) days drag on like pony at a children's zoo strung out on heroin.

CityMinx and I broke up. Don't want to talk about it. Probably explains the valentine's day blog entry (apart from my general allergy to all things sugary-sweet). We're still friends, though, so that's good.

Got through a particularly difficult shoot. Typical post-partum depression afterwards, followed by the also-typical anxiety about income and the next job.

Lot of other things happened this month, most of them difficult.

The scenery isn't helping. New York City looks wonderful for about ten seconds during a snowstorm. Then the stuff hits the ground, mixes with the grime and crap and motor fumes, and suddenly the place looks like a big hairy dog in a bathtub.

But then you see something like this and everything's all okay again:


It's not a very good photo, but the sunrise on the Astoria Blvd. platform was beautiful.

And the book I'm reading right now, "Care of the Soul," is helping. The writer, Thomas Moore, was a monk for many years before becoming a therapist. He argues for a "return to soul" that's not specifically Christian or even necessarily religious, but is spiritual in a deep and meaningful way. He's not New-Agey (well, maybe a little) but rather recognizes the complexity of life's issues and states outright that he's not looking to "cure" anyone or help them "perfect" anything.
Anyway, I wish I'd read the thing ten years ago. Then my February probably wouldn't be crawling along (or, better yet, I would appreciate the crawling from a different perspective).

Here's to the Ides of March.