A soft launch into 2023

ch-ch-ch-chaaaaangessss and the birth of the jubilant, sumptuous baby.

I find it hard to put into words the ennui that comes with the post holiday hangover and the slow, tantrum stomping entrance into my absolutely least favorite month. January always feels like a big, ugly grey monster under the bed, creeping around in the shadows of warm, holiday fuzzies, its ugly, dead brown grass, lifeless tree branch tentacles waiting…