There's a great new year, and then, there's February.

So my good friend Casey has had a theory ever since High School about the month of February. Her theory is that no matter how good life is at the time, February is a terrible, awful month. She told me about this theory about two Februaries back, whilst at a friends' birthday party. Our friend had gotten so drunk he was lying on the floor saying nonsense things, like any really drunk person might do. Any other night, this might have been ignored. But Casey got extremely nervous and was concerned about leaving him there because it was February, and the most terrible things in her life had always happened in February.

So, of course I dismissed this idea as a series of bad coincidences.

I entered 2012 with a raging optimism that I had been ready for since November. I promised that this new year would be one where I actually reached my ultimate goal, which is simply happiness. Simple. Kinda funny how some people might call this the most complicated goal in life. But for the most part I've had had a pretty awesome 2012 with great people to share it with.

Then came February. A few weeks back, my uncle who I grew up next door to pretty much my whole childhood, suffered a seizure, after which he discovered he had a tumor. He and the doctors were pretty optimistic about. Then in February, we found out he had stage 4 brain cancer. There is no way to know how much time is left. Puts things into perspective when the most fit, healthy person you know has a deadline.

And then a phone call today, finding out that a friend cashed in on his. What else do you say but why?

All I've been doing this February is waiting for March.