Winter Blues

Winter is great for a number of reasons: holiday cheer, chunky sweaters, and peppermint everything. But what it’s not so great for is my mood. I’ve been about as motivated as a hibernating squirrel, mindlessly popping Christmas-colored M&Ms in my cheeks like it’s the only thing left that can keep me warm and upbeat without going stir crazy.

Seeing the sun is rare these days, and even when it does decide to show its face it’s just a tease. One sun is not enough for this arctic blast. I just want to feel warmth on my skin that doesn’t involve three layers of blankets. I want to be active outside for longer than the three-minute walk from the parking lot to the office. Basically, I want to feel something other than blah.

If you think I’m crazy, I’m not alone. Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is real, people. I haven’t been diagnosed by a medical professional, but I can definitely relate.

I’ve never been the biggest fan of winter, but for whatever reason this one feels worse than I remember. I’m curious how others work their way out a winter rut. Otherwise I may be scheduling an impromptu vacay to the Southeast.