The Seasons and Mood

I love this time of year.

I was out walking earlier listening to some music, just feeling generally positive with a smile on my face, and I got to thinking about how much the time of year affects my disposition.

Now it was recently pointed out to me that I think too much.  This is undeniably true – a large part of these postings are an attempt to un-clutter my mind to some degree – but I’m not sure it’s necessarily a bad thing.  It’s both a blessing and a curse at times, I guess you could say.

What I like about this time of year is how it’s so optimistic.  I’m very much a summer person, and in February you get the first hint of what’s round the corner.  With every passing day the evenings are longer, the mornings brighter.  The sun seems to shine brighter and I am automatically happy as a result.  It’s a very hopeful time of year I think.  A mini precursor to spring when flowers bloom and new life is born all around us.

Conversely, during December and January I withdraw into a bit of a funk.  Being encased in darkness going into and out of work holds no joy for me at all.  We live something of a hermit existence in those months due to the climate of this country, and it can really bum me out at times.  That’s not to say that I become some ultra depressive or anything; I like to think I’m a pretty happy chap when you get down to it, but the point remains that the seasons do fundamentally affect my mood.  I hadn’t really made that connection before today.

The point that I’m really meandering towards is that I am a firm believer in the worth found in chasing optimism over submitting to cynicism.  This is an increasingly cynical world, and it can be so easy to get bogged down in that.  Fight against it always.

Whatever place your life’s currently in, chase optimism.  Brighter days are just around the corner.