I imagine the wintertime depression thing affects more people than we imagine: After all, we can't just go around wringing our hands and saying "Woe is me, I'm depressed," because nobody wants to attend a pity party. We put on our happy faces and make it through winter, and yes, we do survive. For the most part, nobody even knows we had a problem with our moods.
I came across a blog post that helped me get things in perspective this morning: Click HERE. Did reading the article help my mood? Not really, but it makes me realize there are worse things than being a little "down-in-the-dumps".
I wish I had a dollar for everybody who has suggested over the years that I get a fancy-schmancy light therapy lamp. Well, Houston, we have a problem or two with that.
Yeah, the house was built in the early 1900's, back when all you needed was a place to plug in your radio and maybe a lamp or two. In this kind of situation, you quickly learn which appliances and electric-powered items use the most "juice": Around here, we don't run the vacuum, watch TV, and use the microwave simultaneously. Choose one, or sometimes two, but never all three, or else you'll be running to the fusebox to turn the power back on.
This, by the way, is not a "pity me" post. We've made weird choices around here in how we spend our money. We could have done without some things and re-wired the house, I'm sure. We're just not "house" people, so home maintenance is at the bottom of our list. Maybe it isn't even ON our list! We preferred to build a shop and buy cows and horses and computers and tractors and motorcycles. Notice I'm listing both our indulgences, not just Cliff's. As long as we have a place to sleep and cook, we're fine.
I'm just keeping it real, and chuckling as I do so.