This is the time of the year that used to challenge me a bit. To me, January is the most boring month of the year. Everything feels like starting over, but to me, it feels like you need to push and pull forward so that anything moves a bit, as if time were standing still and January lasts forever. I love December, and of course, I love Christmas. And after that, January plops down on us, sits there like a giant toad, and slows everything down in a way that makes me very impatient.