I never liked January. Even if there are quite a few sunny days, like now.
Before, I only had a kind of empty, barren feeling at this time of the year. By now, it has managed to put a strong dislike into my thoughts.
Last year it put me into the middle of uncertainty concerning my financial situation and "career". It was because of this that I've decided to find work abroad, as you know, in Scotland.
This year it went even farther, if I may use this expression. It's doing its best to challenge my trust in someone. My trust, which has been built with such a surprising joy, with respect, and with love. And perhaps it is not needed anymore...
What if it wasn't January? Would it be the same in March or July or October?
But this is here and now, and it's putting me to the test.
Solution will come, I know.
By that time I'm doing my best to live my life fully, to find those happy hours which sweeten our existence - be it friendships, books, music, or clothes, coffee, lunch. And besides, six more days and January is over!

As I read over the sentences above, I've seen something between the lines. Last year's January pushed me out of a situation, which I couldn't solve here.
Maybe this time it is similar. It's pushing me out, again.
Maybe there is a message.