SAD Days Are Over
The sun is finally out a few days a week, something we haven’t seen for several months. I think this year it was especially gray for longer periods, so that after a time a kind of sad feeling crept up on me. I’ve never been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder, because I generally don’t believe labeling perfectly normal feelings as disorders, nor would I ever take a drug for it. But this year I noticed it more than ever before.
At first I would get a momentary nagging feeling and think to myself “geez I’m in a funk” or “why am I feeling so down?” I wondered why I was dragging around even after my 2 cups of coffee, and wanting to sleep all the time. I would look for reasons like hearing someone died or was ill, or watching too much news on TV.
But it wasn’t any of that. It was the absence of sunlight and fresh air. I know that now, because this past week I made sure I took advantage of the sun, even though it was still chilly. And toward the end of the week, it was downright spring-like. I got out there with my wheelbarrow and moved some pine needles and leaves around to use as mulch on future flower beds. I hung out with the dogs and weeded the old garden boxes. I lifted my face to the sky, breathed deeply, and savored it for as long as possible. We can now leave the windows open some nights, which lifts my spirits more than you know. And the difference is amazing. No more SAD days!
Here is another happy little collage that I created last week.