February 2025

"Byr yw Chwefror, ond hir ei anghysuron" - Welsh proverb, roughly translated as "Though February is short, the discomfort is long lasting"

I don't have much to say about February, the longest month of the year - there are a few projects perculating, but I can't really share much about them at the moment.

This is a bit arty-farty, but a metaphor occured to me while hiking with my father at the beginning of the month: Life is like crossing a bog.

You may see your destination; it may even be close as the crow flies, but if you march onwards in a straight line you'll soon find yourself up to the neck in water and peat.

It's better to cross carefully, changing direction when needed, stepping sideways in unexpected places to keep your feet from getting too wet.

Does that make sense?

Maybe not.