The month of February was one for facing my fears.
It was one for soup and coffee dates with new people (the start of something), for getting taxes finished early; it was for scarves, sushi and sunlight. February was for line dances, bloody noses, succulents, and for crafting all night long. It was the month that held production week safely in her arms: encouraging me, driving me, and beginning to guide me into something greater than I expected.
February was for finding new homes.
