February. Don’t like it. Never have; never will. It’s no wonder we Pisces are moody bastards. Imagine February is your first experience of life on planet earth: it’s dark, it’s cold and there’s just something slightly malevolent about the whole damned month.
So why should it be such a surprise to me that each and every Februrary I inevitably hit the proverbial brick wall? And yet it is a surprise each time it happens. I carefully construct a supremely elegant picture of who I am and what it all means when, smack! Who is it that’s left when all the things you do fall away?
When asked what we do, we answer ‘I am…’
