Hurry-blurry!!

Every year, we change the numbers on the calendar and tell ourselves we’re "new people," but let’s be honest: the first four months of the year are nothing but a caffeinated, frantic blur. We start with grand resolutions and end up just trying to remember what day of the week it is.

Stuck in the city while everyone else hits the coast? You’re essentially patrolling a ghost town. The office is dead, the inbox is full of automated replies, and the solitude is a total motivation-killer. By week three, your ambitious health goals are traded in for whatever leftover food is in the fridge.

The long summer days are the ultimate gaslighters. They move so slowly that you think you have all the time in the world, yet the months disappear in a frantic blur. We really should just rename the first quarter:

• Jan-hurry: The month that lasts a year but achieves nothing.

• Feb-hurry: The shortest month that somehow sprints past you in a weekend.

• March: Which literally marches over at 10x speed.

Before you’ve even processed that it’s no longer 2025, April crashes the party. Easter eggs appear on shelves before the New Year's confetti has been swept up, and another  school term break arrives, leaving you wondering where the first 25% of your year went.

As for the teenagers, you can always measure the quality of a summer holiday by the total disintegration of their basic literacy. If the break was truly successful, their brains have reverted to factory settings. They’ll stare at the sign for "LADIES" like it’s a cryptic ancient spell (is it La-Dies? Spanish or French word maybe?) and treat the word "Dig-ni-ty" like a complex math equation they’ve never been taught.. 

Watching them try to write again is even better. Asking my teen to copy a single page from a book—no creativity required, just basic motor skills—now takes approximately one business week. True story

The school gates are about to swing open, and while I’m practically throwing a parade in celebration, a certain someone (ahem) is currently acting like they’re being marched to their doom.

Are you in the same hurry-blurry month?