dis-affected

I think I may suffer (mildly) from Seasonal Affective Disorder

Grey days sap my energy.

I find myself thinking how it might be nice to be one of those "tea and cozy" people with a good book and a warm blanket. The people from the movies and the commercials. The people that I've read about. You know the people... I don't need to go on.

I like that grey weather has this romantic notion of tea and cozy, and even that I'd like to be ones of those people, but it doesn't really work for me.

I guess it's a lot like a lot of romantic cliches, it's pleasant to think about, and easy to imagine that someone must be doing it, but it doesn't really happen all that much in "real life."

so...

I usually end up doing at least one "something" on a grey day - - something up and about, being a part of the world. Perhaps because I'm just too willful to give in and surrender to the grey, or perhaps because I keep believing that if I just get up and DO something often enough, eventually the grey won't be able to seep into my mood, soul, spirit, whatever, and I'll be cured.

I've been doing this for YEARS, and still, more often than not I'm only about half as bright and bumblesome when the weather is dismal.

I suppose I could go make tea and grab a book. I suppose that like so many romantic cliches I could "make it happen for ME" if only I fought the inertia a little and got up and did something about it.

But I'm not.

I'm not making tea and grabbing a blankie and book.
I'm not giving in to romance and cozying.

Instead, I'm gearing up to head out and see if I can't find something to do that will kindle some sense of inner sunshine.

Call me a clicheoclast.

I'm not satisfied with "what works in romantic notions."
Not me.

I'm making my own Romance.