Well, it is that time of year. I have the winter blues. I know some do not believe this condition exists, but trust me, it does. For years, I would just suffer through them, silently. Today, at least I have the comfort of being able to assign a name to this emotional flu that lasts for a few months every year.
It usually starts for me in January. The first symptom is that I become forgetful. I forget how to spell words and then I just forget words. The other night, I forgot the word “connotation.” It was the next word in my sentence, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember it. Food doesn’t agree much with me, either. I have an appetite, but I regret almost everything I eat because it gives me a bellyache or heartburn.
They always lift in April. I try to keep that in mind. I try to be a little kinder to people. I wonder if they have the winter blues too, and maybe some kindness will make them feel better. If not, it makes me feel better just to be a little kinder, more empathetic, because my own emotional sensitivity reminds me that it is important.
I usually buy a new piece of furniture, paint a room, redecorate. Make the place where I live a little more cheerful. I watch more movies. My favorites tend to be mafia movies or romantic dramas. I try to get out of the house or call someone I haven’t talked to for a long time. I make a schedule for something and follow it. It can be anything, like cleaning a room every day or a bookcase, reorganizing closets or cabinets. I plan a vacation, preferably where it is warm and sunny. I read genre fiction, a mystery or something light and easy. I find something new to study.