Last winter I knew my mood takes a bit of a dip. While I look functional, behind the scenes everything felt ten time harder to either start, do, or complete. My goal is to move this blog to a slightly bigger league. When I am not posting, I am writing, but if I am not writing I think about spring.
I think about the snow going away along with the layers I wear. I want to shed my greys, burgundy, and blacks. I have bold colours in my wardrobe, all waiting to come back along with the leaves. I pride myself on being a tough Manitoban. I bundle up and head out. I keep my whining to myself, or to a few friends also feeling the same way. Then I head out, bundled up, knowing January means the light increases if I can simply look carefully at the amount I see as I leave work.
When I wrote about remembering having a summer in me during the winter, it is the knot on the end of my rope, tied with books and movies, to simply hang on. I see other people with their own tied ends, and I remember their crabby moods really say I don’t know if I can handle one more thing.
So this is not really a post about anything. It fit what I tried to do as part of the Zero to Hero Challenge. It’s an aside. A small note in cold temperature. An unstructured plea in metaphor for spring to bud, perhaps so I may start to flower as well.