What is it about winter? I'll tell you.
- It's cold.
- It's messy.
- It takes forever to get from point A to point B.
- All you want to do is stay in and be a sloth.
- The exposure to inspiration drops to an all-time low.
- I eat pizza allll the time.
- I don't exercise.
I think that's enough to bring someone's spirits down. Keep in mind, I recognize my own first world problems. And yes, this isn't Russia. Therefor my toilets work, winter won't be forever and we have bourbon instead of vodka. I'll be okay.
But this particular winter has made me not only a believer in SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), but also a self-diagnosed sufferer.
When again will I bask in thine glory? When again will my dog's walks not end when he starts to lick his paws? When will I be able to frolic through the polluted city air and rid myself of these horrid muffin tops? WHEN?!
Genuinely yours... forever... upon your return, Sara