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Nov

28

Was it SAD or Was I Just Sad?

It’s another gray, and rainy day in the Pacific NW, and I’m loving it. Every year for the last decade (at least), I start to get the blues right after Halloween. That’s typically when the beautiful autumnal weather transforms from “ooh, Sweaters!” to “my Hands are going to Ice Over and fall off in Chunks!” And day after day of gray skies darken my world.

*cue Emo music*

But this year - so far - I don’t feel bummed at all. I thought I had Seasonal Affective Disorder. What the hell happened? I guess we’ll see how I’m handling this come January, after a solid month of dreary weather, but for the past few days I’ve been welcoming this winter weather - looking forward to being at home, putting up my first ~~Christmas~~ Winter Tree, making low-carb stews, instituting Auntie Hafidha’s DayCare for my nieces and nephew over the winter break, and catching up on my reading. And definitely not traveling. After this weekend, I’m not going anywhere for at least a month!

So why do I want to be home, here in cloudy Portland in the most depressing months (December and January)? Why, instead of down, do I feel so up?

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3 Responses to “Was it SAD or Was I Just Sad?”

Sara on November 28th, 2007 9:59 pm

Hello Hafidha,
I stumbled on your blog, after looking for your other writing online; hope you don’t mind that I’ve been reading (let me know).
I’ve come to enjoy the up and down feelings the different seasons bring, even the sad ones. I think life brings us different kinds of ‘light,’ so you must have something new floating around. Maybe it was the poetry class we both attended? (Smile)
Cheers — Sara Coleman
hafidha sofia on November 28th, 2007 10:23 pm

Hi Sara! Of course it’s okay if you read - I wouldn’t have put my real name on the blog if it bothered me. I really enjoyed the class, despite all the stuff going on outside of it. It was a little refuge of sanity and art that I appreciated, although sometimes I felt kind of glum while there. I also enjoyed your writings - and Jeff’s, too. And speaking of the class - do you know where I can find that recipe for Emily Dickinson’s rum cake or whatever that was called? =)
Rejected but Not Dejected | Never Say Never to Your Traveling Self on December 28th, 2007 4:21 pm

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