I've never suffered with depression like some do but I think I can relate, at least a little. It seems that every year as winter tries it's best to hold on but spring wants to bust out that I reach a point, for at least a couple of days, where I could care less about anything. I'd be happy to just stay in bed. No one has done anything to me, nothing traumatic has taken place, it just seems that there's something about this transition every year that puts me in a real weird place where although I know I have ton's to do, I just really don't care.
It was especially bad the 2 years we lived in New Zealand because in Hamilton where we lived it was rather mild anyway so it seemed to literally take months to move from winter to spring. On the other hand, I dont' remember ever really having the feeling for more than a day or 2 in Louisiana where I grew up. I think that's because it could be 80 degrees one day and 40 the next from about Thanksgiving to March so there was no definite winter really. Here in Missouri we just had 4 or 5 days of really nice warm weather followed by cold overcast days. Maybe that's what set it off.
Time to snap out of it though. Lots to do today before I travel to south Texas tomorrow. Hopefully it will be nice and toasty there and I'll be able to gripe about how hot it is.
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