This time of the year is always the hardest for me. The holiday happenings are over, and everyone is back to their routines. I miss my grandkids. I miss warm days, even though the winter has been mild in southern Virginia. I miss the flowers and buterflies.
Mid-winter blues, I call it. I cry easier. Mope more. My feelings are easier bruised. Tempermental? Oh, yeah. Poor Calvin has learned to dance around me during this season. There are no valid reasons for these blues. Some medical experts refer to it as SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder. Is that what I have? I'm not sure. I just know I want to see things growing again. To feel the sun on my face. And watch the gossamer wings of butterlies float by on their way to their floral manna.
Shortly after the beginning of March, our large whilte magnolia tree at the corner of our house bursts forth in bloom--so does my mood. Until then I'll focus on all the good things in my life: Calvin, our family, my online writing buddies, our good health and my writing career. It's starting to blossom a little, too. I'll make a concerted effort to count my blessings instead of wasting my time brooding over what I don't have.
As Chaucer said, "We weep and clamor for what we do not have." Hunh...even then people were moody--and that was at the end of the 14th century.. So perhaps we shouldn't be so hard on ourselves when we become disheartened and blue. I'm thinking it's just a part of human nature. Not necessarily SAD, but the desire for something more. Take the time to list all the good things in your life: family, health, pets, home, job, friends, photos of happy times, cherished books and all the things that make us smile. In one way or another, we are all blessed.