Oh, it is time to admit that this season has control over me. Deep winter envelops every part of me that I like and freezes it over. It hurts to walk outside, it hurts to get out of bed, it hurts to fall asleep, and it hurts to crack a smile. Cleveland is especially brutal because we see the sun this time of year about once every 30 days. We are at the point where the icicles spend the day weeping as the thermometer approaches 30 degrees, but freeze into rigid points by 4 pm, when the temperature dips back into the teens. Or as they are predicting this week--below zero.
The worst part is, my best friend named guilt seeps into every crack of my frozen self. I know there is no tragedy in my life. I know I am not going to starve in the next week. I know I can control the thermostat in my house. I know I can walk 2 miles down the main road near my house and stumble over someone who will surely freeze to death tonight--and that person is not someone I know. So I feel horrible AND guilty for feeling horrible.
In a month I will start flipping through the phone book for a shrink. Or light therapy. Or I will spend a week on a diet of chocolate cake.
I am old enough to know that spring always comes.
2 comments:
I vote for the diet of cake. Let me know when and I'll join you for moral support. I'm sure my unborn baby will love chocolate.
You are right, Rose. The cake diet produces the best results!
Your unborn baby better love Taco Bell, too!
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