March has been a month of restoration for me. I have openly
admitted in one of my previous blogs that I believe I suffer from SAD
(Seasonal Affective Disorder). I’m not telling anyone anything they don’t
know, but this winter has been particularly brutal in snow and sub-zero
temperatures. Here in western Pennsylvania, we didn’t get it as bad as the east
coast, but it wasn’t easy.
I desperately needed the mid-winter break that my husband
and I took to sunny Florida in the beautiful city of St. Augustine. We went
with friends, so that made the break even better. Dining out, walking the
beach, collecting shells, bottles of wine.
I don’t live a particularly stressful life. I no longer work
in a paid position, but I am an active volunteer and working toward writing a
book. Those who know me well will testify I am a woman of action. Getting
things checked off a list is my general modus operandi. Before one task is
completed, my brain is fast-forwarding to the next project or event.
Because of
this dark winter, I felt my creativity dropping off, patience thinning more
quickly than usual and diminishing energy. I know I wasn’t operating on all
mental and physical cylinders. My soul needed that break. My brain needed that
break. I just needed that break.
