Are you ready for February—the month saturated in pink and red, filled with hearts, chocolates, flowers, cards…and love.

Just as January is the month we all want to jumpstart our workout routines, projects and goals, let’s make February the month to ignite a renewal of love—of yourself, of your significant other, of your family and friends and of the world.

As such, I declare February the month to re-engage! We all understand what it means to get engaged—to pledge oneself. So, let’s pledge to get re-engaged with our lives, our community, our hearts, our blessings—all of it.

It’s only January, and I’m already saying enough is enough.
But when is enough actually enough? 
I’m not sure how it happens that certain words gain popularity and become annoying, overused, misused and sometimes, just plain cringy. For example, I cannot stand to hear the  term “baby bump”.
To me, it is completely degrading and makes my skin crawl.

Last year, there was a fad of saying “six-seven”. I didn’t know it existed until grown adults said it over and over at a family Christmas gathering this year. This may be a record, because it made me roll my eyes the very first time I heard it, mainly because of the accompanying hand gestures and the complete irrelevance and lack of value. It was and is an archetype for a waste of words, and that is why it is the No.1 banished word of 2026. In other words, it is done. Never say it again.

“I give myself permission to be all that I can be,
and I deserve the very best in life.”
— Louise Hay —

The New Year has always been an iffy time for me—kind of happy, kind of sad. For years I was overweight, so January was the month to give myself extra beatings and set unrealistic goals that I could never achieve. Every year, I would get out a new calendar, write my current weight down on the 1st of January and then set weight goals for every Friday. The first week I would set the goal at five pounds down because, you know, that “water” weight comes off quickly. Then, each week would count down two pounds at a time. I’m not sure if I ever made it beyond week two—maybe week one. It was a proven-to-fail method that I did over and over again. In hindsight, I just have to wonder why.

It’s only January, and I’m already saying enough is enough.
But when is enough actually enough?
I have to wonder because I feel as though daily life has
become a navigational puzzle of delineating between having enough but not feeling like it’s enough, having enough and wanting more, or having too much but continuing to be a vacuous glutton for more.

Isn’t glutton a disgusting word? It even sounds nasty, as it should. Gluttony is one of the Seven Deadly Sins and is defined as the overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of excess. The word is derived from the Latin gluttire, which means “to gulp down” or “to swallow.”

“Blessed is the season which engages the
whole world in a conspiracy of love”
— Hamilton Wright Mabie ——

When’s the last time you’ve been in a restaurant, and at the table of four next to you, all four people are on their phones? Today? Yesterday?

It can be a table of adults or parents with children (any age), whatever the mix, the phones are front and center. It’s a sad time we live in, when whatever fodder is on the phone is more meaningful than the friends, family and loved ones sitting at a table with you sharing a meal.