Getting dressed for the layover month
January is, without a doubt, my least favorite month (no offense to the January birthdays—you’re wonderful; my issue is with the month itself).
The sparkle of December has faded, and it feels as though the dopamine reserves are running on empty. The month seems to drag on endlessly—hours feel like days, and days stretch into weeks. January feels like one…
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