Monday came far too quickly this week and it’s not because I had a particularly busy or even eventful weekend. In fact, this was the second straight weekend since returning from California where I’ve refused to schedule anything other than sleep. I slept until noon on both Saturday and Sunday – something I haven’t done for quite some time – without really even trying. I’ve had a cold and tell myself the sleep was needed but why, then, is it 6:30 on Monday morning and I feel like I haven’t slept in a week?
I have a severe case of the winter blahs which probably sounds far more dramatic than intended but is still very real. I’m not going to jump off the Hennepin bridge but I can’t find motivation for anything other than work so I’ve thrown myself into that head first. In my personal life I’ve only really been doing the things I can’t put off any longer, which is sad because I am excited about a lot of things. Nate helped me ward off my usual winter grumpiness and I was pretty chipper straight through the holidays but once that was over, early January was a bit rough. I managed to escape for a good week and a half to The Warm but now I’m just burnt out. I love Minnesota so it has less to do with being unhappy where I am and more do to with the legitimately real lack of Vitamin D in my life. The first thing I did after plopping into my office chair this morning – after I laid my head on my desk and internally screamed, “Whhhhhy?!” was take a 3 and a half minute breather to watch this video of I Hate Everyone, a song by Get Set Go. My best friend Lia brought it to my attention several years ago:
Nate is trying so hard to keep me from the dark side. He’s filling my head with nonsense about how But! We’re on the upswing! Spring will be here soon! And maybe he is right but the way I see it, it’s only January. We had a gorgeous fall season so let’s say then that the shitty weather didn’t really begin until December. TOMORROW IS FEBRUARY FIRST which means it’s been two months. Everyone knows February sucks – that’s why it’s the shortest calendar month. He says Spring starts in March. I’m convinced this 8 feet of snow covering the city isn’t going to melt until June but I guess that’s me being overly dramatic again. Then we have July, followed by August, we reach September/October and BOOM. We’re all gonna die.
Yesterday he navigated a ‘you need to remember things to like about living here’ driving tour, culminating in a stop at Bachman’s for some greenery where he found this little buddy, now perched happily on our coffee table:
He suggested (suggested!) I hit the tanning bed maybe once a week or so to get some rays, an idea I’ve put off even considering until recently but I think it’s worth re-thinking. I’m not even that cold. It’s the need for 8 layers, it’s the slippery sidewalks, the wet floors, the wet dogs and the lack of green life and sunshine. I love him and the effort is adorable but this isn’t natural.
How do the rest of you navigate those remaining winter months between when the holidays end and spring begins?