February

February by Margaret Atwood is not a poem that I feel I can personally relate to well. Maybe I'm just a sappy romantic that likes to believe in wonderful times of joy and love when others really only relate well to depression and loneliness, but I think that this poem is off. I feel this way because in the February that I get to experience every year, I get to be involved in my birthday, my sisters birthday, and, of course, Valentines day. These days combine to help me get by what many people consider one of the more depressing months of the year. I can relate in a sense that I see how this month could be depressing, but I see so much potential for anyone to make it a good month for all. How would you do this? Really in a similar manner to the way that I myself look at February. Instead of focusing on what cannot be changed, like the weather, attempt to focus on what can really be enjoyed. Throughout this poem, the other relates times back to watching hockey. I'm not sure why that has to be a negative time. Watching sports can be a lot of fun, especially if you watch them with people that you enjoy being around. Instead of so much negative connotations like, "Time to eat fat," look at the times as those that can be spent well with others growing in relationships and companionship.