It’s January and I feel odd. Somewhat myself. I still have one more anniversary to go yet I’m feeling optimistic. While I know January will always be a hard month for some, it’s not quite the agony for me of previous years. I remain unable to face the Sydney Festival and I plan to continue to minimise my engagement with the world outside. However, I read the summer section of the SMH today which I haven’t done in a long time and found it uplifting, as I remembered it to be. A small moment, but a happy one nonetheless.