Oh my goodness but it's hard to concentrate. Spring: such a restless time. I can't seem to be in the moment. I'm waiting, waiting...
Waiting, first of all, for CSAP to end, and I have another week of it.
Waiting, certainly, for spring break. And..? what? A million dollar windfall? Some guy in a shiny suit on a white horse?
I do try to live a meaningful life. I try to make a difference every day.
But sometimes I slip into a big "what if" period, and when it combines with my earnest attempts to be in the moment, it makes for a bumpy ride. An emotional ride for me, for sure, and for my friends and family? They're confused as hell.
But there's nothing to explain. I'm just self-absorbed, intensely emotional, and full of dreams.
Spring fever is the La Nina to the El Nino of SAD. It's no secret that winter is hard for me- when the days get shorter and darker, I have to be very vigilant. And spring? I've known for several years now that at least for me, spring fever is real, not just something silly from songs and poems.
Here:
It comes with telling signs: restlessness, intense nervous excitement, high-energy spurts, loss of appetite, insomnia, a yearning to break away or a desire, as one friend puts it,” to run away with mad love.” Spring fever has appeared in love poems, stories and medical literature.
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