It’s Mew Thong February again, which, for those who don’t know, is what my phone autocorrected New Thing February to last year, and which I found so much more delightful that I kept the misnomer.
I started the tradition when I was reeling from a breakup and desperate not to fall into my usual trap of self-loathing and stagnation—a la drinking manhattans alone and writing forlorn poetry equating my vagina to Catholic iconography or wolves.
I still did those things—the wolves were hungry!—but I also told myself I would learn one new thing or try one new thing a day for the short month of February.
That was it. That was the whole “plan” to deal with (or more accurately, to avoid) the pain and loss of my breakup. And it ended up being so much more fun than I thought it would be.
I found a magical brunch place with enormous cat statues and goats roaming the premises.
I discovered (as previously suspected) that I’m very bad at ballet!
I visited the place where I was violently…