
I feel like winter was created to make me feel terrible. I hate it. In Arizona, it’s not as hard for me, because the sun is out longer. But here, in Maryland, there is nothing I dread more than winter. I hate the tiny bit of sunlight we get. I hate how cool the light is. I hate how cold it is outside, and how we have to put on a million layers to go anywhere. I hate the snow. Everything. It’s all just pointless.
I feel completely uninspired and unmotivated from Christmas until late March when we go to the DC cherry blossom festival. I have a hard time coming up with things worth blogging, because most days I just sit around in my jammies and watch Nick Jr shows with Paisley. I always see all these people working on amazing knitting and crochet projects, or doing some sort of cute craft, and I just don’t get it. I don’t get how anyone can be happy and crafting right now. I wish I could figure out something to craft. Creating stuff really does help to improve my mood. Most of the time, I walk into my craft room, stare at all of my stuff and turn around and walk out without touching anything. I have some ideas of things I would like to do, but I can’t seem to find the motivation to start. [I am waiting on photos to be delivered and then I'll finish my December Daily mini album. That's the only thing I feel like finishing.]
I have a hard time focusing on New Year’s resolutions and goals. One of my goals is to blog more and more consistently. However, I feel like all of you would run the other way if I just posted about how I was doing 4 loads of laundry yesterday, and when it came time to fold them [which I normally looove; it's my favorite chore], I just couldn’t start. So I sorted them into piles by person, and now I have four unusable chairs until I finally fold it all. Or I could blog about how all of my Christmas decorations are still up, and it’s driving me crazy, but not crazy enough to take them all down because it’s such an effort…
I’m even having a hard time getting excited about our Disney World trip in a week and a half. Here’s a little known fact about me. I hardly ever cry. Maybe 4 or 5 times a year. [Unless I'm pregnant. Then I cry over everything. A yummy peach, commercials, clothes that don't fit, anything.] But one thing I do cry about when I’m not pregnant, is Disneyland/ World. In a good way. I tear up like 3 or 4 times a day when I’m at Disney World. I’m sure I’m a little crazy, but Disney really is a happy place for me. So I’m hoping that I enjoy it this time. Normally, I would be planning outfits and what to pack 3 weeks out, and obsessively planning which parks to go to on each day and where to meet characters at what times, etc. But ugh! I don’t know. Sometimes, winter makes me feel like a completely different person.
I’m sincerely, 100% jealous of people who are peppy and say they just choose to be happy. The harder I try, the sadder I get. It’s frustrating. I wish I could just be happy all the time. I wish winter didn’t bother me. I wish I had interesting projects and outfits to post. I wish I had interesting things to say.
So please, dear blog readers, accept this apology that this space may not be updated as often as I’d like. I really, truly am trying. Sometimes I just have a hard time…
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