I guess all that live-blogging Sunday night just (shades of WAYNE'S WORLD) sucked out my will to live. Or at least blog.
I have to say this past winter has really kicked my butt. Winter always kicks my butt (google SAD and you'll see why) but this year it's just been . . . terrible. And I'm not sure why. It could be that I wasn't expecting to feel this bad. Last summer I ran a lot, I spent tons of time in the sun, I lost weight, and when autumn arrived, I felt optimistic about handling the months ahead. SO YES. I GOT ALL SASSY AND ARROGANT. Arrogant, arrogant me. Like somehow I was gonna get a pass this year because I was being so proactive on the exercise front while saying no to bacon doughnuts on the bacon doughnut front. And for awhile I did okay. Even into January I was riding my stationary bike while not succumbing to despair.
And then the depression hit and spread through my brain like black ink in a sponge.
Yesterday was beautiful. The sky was blue and the air was clear. You could almost smell spring. And I did think to myself as I looked at Mt. Olympus (I had to go to Holladay twice yesterday) that I might be okay after all.
Here's to a fistful of crocuses. May you bloom soon.
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I do believe the blooming is coming. I went snowshoeing yesterday and, while it was difficult to believe the piles and piles of snow could ever melt away, there were signs of hope. On south-facing slopes, occasionally, were just a few lovely, warm patches of mud and, even more occasionally, a brave green leaf pushing through. Oy. The joy. Only my own struggles with winter can account for it. Bloom away, Ann; methinks nature's not far behind.
I'm sorry about your S.A.D. I'm depressed cause I'm pregnant and getting progressively bigger by the day. And in the back of my mind is the constant little itch that questions, "Will my body ever be the same again as it was?" And then I think about the first few weeks after baby will arrive, when a handful of crazies say it's so wonderful and fun with new babe, but for me I'm a postpartum, hormonal, sleepless zombie mess!
My husband likes to remind me often that all these wonderful feelings I'm having are affecting unborn child and that I need to be more positive. Thank you understanding man who despite my attempts at Freaky Friday body exchanges you will never know what this feels like! Loves and kisses, isn't time for you to go to work?? :)
The worst is over (Jan. and Feb. Blah.). It's March! Yes! And soon you will be here in Eugene! Hooray, something to look forward too!
Amen all the way around! I don't know why I'm so surprised that this winter has been so sucky - but I was. :D Here's to March, which means kites and GREEN things and spring.
i have a friend who plants a pot of green grass when she's dying for spring. maybe that would help!
Ann, you hide this so well. You always have such a pleasant affect (is that the right word?) I thought you might have skipped it this year. Foolish me.
Yes, yes, yes, uh huh, oh yeah, yep. Amen.
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