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. 
7 comments:
Gratitude is a wonderful tool. Volunteering is also guaranteed to pull you out of yourself when you feel down. Thanks for the reminders and suggestions for banishing the winter blues.
Ashantay, volunteering. Yes, you are so right. I forgot that very important tool. I volunteer as a mentor for other writers. At one time I had 4 I was helping. Two are under contract now, so my list has happily dwindled. It's great to get the focus off ourselves and onto someone who needs our help.
Come to North Carolina, Vonnie. We've got daffodils trying to bloom.
Really? What part of NC do you live in? We have friends with a mountain home near Toxoway Falls that we sometimes visit. I love the Smokey Mountains.
I hear you about the moping, weeping and wishing...but at least sweaters and coats hide the extra pounds
Heh. I'm one of those strange-oh people who love the winter. Not outside...*shudders*...but inside with a soft afghan, a hot cup of tea or cocoa and a good book. I could winter away the year. Summer? Not so much.
Once again you deliver a soul searching post Vonnie and address one of the things that can strike all of us. But I feel pretty good right now, I have crocus blooming and my silly peach tree is almost in bloom. What a crazy winter!
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