Schools returned for us today.
It's still a bank holiday in Scotland, but here we've de-Chritstmassed. Ali, my husband is back at work, and I am visioning my January ahead.
It's not really the New Year.
It's just a new cycle, for some.
It's just the beginning of a new month.
It's a Gregorian New Year… if you have followed it since 1752.
There's the lunar calendar to consider.
The Winter Solstice that's been and gone.
You don't have to honour the 1st as the FIRST.
And in fact, as the first of January is rooted in misogyny and the patriarchal bullshit of society- I urge you to reconsider how you view it.
Instead, it's the depths of Winter. The darkest time. The time when it can feel so heavy.
The time when we've removed the sparkly lights from all the celebrating and look at the barren trees (or the confused blossom thanks to global warming).
It's a death.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to an invitation to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.