I’ve been suffering from a major case of the January doldrums. It’s cold, mornings are dark, and I’ve been finding it hard to motivate myself for even the most menial of tasks. But, in the past few days, I’ve perked up and found ways to cope on these dullest of winter days.
Firstly, after a long time, I found myself lost in a book. You know that euphoric feeling when, no matter what you’re doing, all you can think about is finding a spare moment to sink into a beautifully written story and dive into the characters’ lives. The book was Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls and I loved it. I just got my hands on her earlier memoir, The Glass Castle, and I can’t wait to start it. I’ve heard great things.
Last weekend, I was sitting grumpily on the sofa as my children bickered over their respective TV shows. The phone rang and my brother suggested we join him and his kids for some toboganning at a nearby park. I’m embarassed to say that I haven’t been toboganning since I was a kid, and I’ve actually never taken my kids. Terrible, I know.
It ending up being one of the best days I’ve had this winter, and my kids were giddy with joy, sliding down the hill blissfully and then climbing up again with excited anticipation. Watching their red, happy faces as they sipped hot chocolate, I vowed to embrace the snow and not let it get the best of me!
Therapy comes in many forms – for me, it’s doing those things that feed the soul – to name a few: Books, my family, exercise, good films (there’s a plethora of good ones out right now – so many to choose from, it’s actually overwhelming), fresh air, my children’s warmth and laughter, an inspiring chat with a friend, and a roaring fireplace on a cold, cold day.