So I took a "personal day" yesterday and didn't blog. Because . . . well . . . Sometimes Mondays . . . just look like the same old crap, y'know?
Same old weather.
Same old dining room project.
Same old cup of morning coffee.
Yeah. I was not in a positive, thoughtful kind of mood.
To tell you the truth, I was grumpy.
As in G.R.U.M.P.Y.
I tried all my tricks to de-grump. I had a nice cup of tea and thought about gratitude. I journaled. I meditated. I did some yoga stretches. I went to the gym and kick-boxed. I knit a little and drew a little and talked to my sister on the phone. I ran some errands and crossed things off my to-do list. I even took a nap.
I've decided it's because this. . .
Continuing north winds.
I've really tried to be a good sport about all y'all's buds-and-blooms pictures. And at first, when they started popping up on blogs and Instagram, it gave me hope. But now, they just depress me. Because we don't have buds on our trees yet. No forsythia blooms are ready to explode here. There is not a sign of life on my lilacs. (I know. I have had crocus blooms. And I am grateful. Because I know many of you further north have only snow-and-more-snow and what-am-I-even-whining-about.) (But still.)
Then! Then. . . I saw photos of some of y'all wearing spring shoes. And even flip-flops. Bright pedicures reflecting the sun! And I am still wearing boots. (And don't even get me started on the whole sitting-on-the-patio-furniture-OUTSIDE-while-sipping-drinks situation.)
It was too much. It sent me over the edge of despair!
I'm working on it.
I'm trying to be positive.
To be grateful.
To turn that frown . . . upside down.
Because I know spring will get here, too. (Eventually.) The winds will switch direction at some point. The sun will shine. A couple of warm days will bring those buds out, nice as can be. And the blooms will come. And I'll be able to get the flip-flops out.
On my way to the gym this morning, I even glimpsed a little sliver of blue sky, trying it's best to peek out.
(I took this photo at a long red light. No worries.)
Of course, by the time I was at the gym, it was snowing like crazy and that little sliver was long gone. But I saw it there. For just a minute. (It looked like . . . hope.)
On my way home, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some spring blooms to take home.
I'll make my OWN spring, damnit!
Icing on the cake: Tom and I have a little get-away planned for this weekend. He'll be curling in a bonspiel, and he asked me to come along -- because it's in a really fun place that we both love to visit. Traverse City, Michigan. Up north. Where it's snowed like . . . 100 inches or so in the last 5 days.