I do have at least one theory.
That period is probably the worst of the year for me. One of the few things in life I can say that I enjoy, without any qualification, is working outside. Yet during that period, there is just so little I can actually do. This is mostly because it's just too damn chilly/cold outside. And in the spirit of my ability to dramatically over-think everything, I would never want to live anywhere that is warm all year. I enjoy the seasons...even the advent of winter...but I just wish it would end. This year's relatively warm late winter was similar to hanging a cupcake just out of reach of a starving person.
There is a larger issue at play here, namely that I am borderline (seemingly) genetically pre-disposed and always on the lookout for threats, be they big or small, real or imaginary. The appropriate mental health term is "hypervigilance", and in addition to being tiring, it takes up a heck of a lot of personal bandwidth. The ironic part is that when viewed objectively, I have a pretty good life. I suspect though that's all part of the larger set of complexities that reside inside my head. I am okay, and I wouldn't be me without this stuff, but yet there are times when I would just like less of certain stuff.
I have no grand plan on dealing with the kinds of things that late winter/very early spring brought this year. Maybe this kind of introspection* is the plan. Who knows. What I do know is that I spent a few hours in the yard this weekend, and it felt right. In the third paragraph of this posting, I noted that I enjoy working outside; maybe an even better term for me is that it just feels "right".
I need to be focusing more on what feels enjoyable and good and right, which is a far harder task than it seems. But it needs to be done. There is a kind of hidden guilt inside of me that wants to immediately engage in castigation at the mere thought of not being on the edge, scanning for threats. It all ties together, and I have some work to do.
Here's to basking in the warmth of the sun, the smell of flowers, and feeling growth all around us.
(*) Introspection: Something that requires no real effort from me, but I just wish there were more practical outcomes resulting from it.
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