This year has gone by like a fucking blur.
The contributing factors are a couple of old chestnuts, and one or two new ones. Like: an incredible amount of busyness at work and the stress of being in a new role, my possibly-ill-conceived resolution to not take any time off before spring, and winter’s best SAD-inflicting efforts. My days have largely consisted of work, gym, DAREDEVIL or ARROW, read, bed. The strange part is that it’s been pretty tolerable, really. This winter has been unseasonably warm, which has served to mitigate my little slice of SAD. Probably not being a complete hermit has also helped. Turns out that hanging out with other humans will do wonders for a positive outlook. Who knew?
I have always said the universe did not design me for cold weather. So, the arrival of spring, with its extra daylight and warmer temperatures, is always when I really feel like I am sloughing off the winter ennui, waking up, and really wanting to be active. The calendar is filling up with fun activities, including a rather large amount of travel — in two weeks’ time I’ll be in New Orleans, praise Jingus. Also going to England later in the summer, which I am incredibly excited about. Been writing more, too, which is always cathartic. (When I don’t write for a while I always feel a vague sense of anxiety, like I’m disappointing myself.) A story that’s been kicking about in my head for a while finally coalesced into something not wholly terrible and I’ve put a couple thousand words down on paper.
So yeah. January thru March may have steamrolled over 2016 so far, but compared to years past I have been able to safely stay out of its path.Leave a Comment