I'm not an optimistic person by nature.
I wouldn't say that I'm negative, exactly. It's just that I'm realistic. Instead of closing my eyes and pretending that everything's fine, I tend to see the reasons why things won't work out or the obstacles that have to be overcome in situations. This can drive people around me crazy. I think this makes me a good problem-solver.
It also makes it hard to endure the winter. Every year it overtakes me. I haven't figured out how to enjoy months of dreary, cold, terribleness.
But right now, I'm on the brink of my favorite time of the year. Spring is coming. I can feel it. In just two short days it will be the first day of Spring. This means months and months of warmth- the trees will have leaves on them and flowers will start blooming again. I can drive past fields on the way home and measure the passing weeks by the growth of tobacco and soybeans. The days will get longer and longer. We can sit on the porch, drink some tea or a glass of wine, and talk about our day.
This year, more than ever before, I'm excited about Spring. We'll be moving back to Fuquay. I can't fully express how much I've missed living there. I cannot wait to clean my house, water my flowers, and throw pots out in the shed.
Maybe I've got a touch of optimism in my bones, after all.
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My winter blues solution: give in. Drink a lot of hot tea, and read the most depressing classical literature you can find. Just play the part. I let my thoughts ice over in February, and it was gratifying to drag around a little and think tragically...spring came, so it's no worries.
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