This post comes with a warning: NO JOY TO BE FOUND HERE!
It's true...I'm feeling about as joyful as a wet newspaper in a snowdrift. I can't help it - I've tried but I can't muster up even a modicum of merriment. Unable to write in my usual jolly manner, I sought help from my fellow bloggers, hoping to be cheered up by their wit and humour. First, I paid a visit to the blog 10 Steps to Finding Your Happy Place (And Staying There) where Galen, the mother of an autistic child, wrote an amazingly insightful article about acceptance. It is a beautiful story full of wisdom but it did little to improve my mood - I'm still feeling glum. Next, I tried the blog The View From This End where the writer shared a poignant story of a cruelty she suffered as a young child in an orphanage - a beautiful and touching piece of writing, but one that left me feeling glum AND grim. So I went for a visit to Facing 50 With Humour where the writer Carol bravely shared a truly heart-wrenching story about the death of her father that had me literally crying onto my keyboard, I felt her grief so keenly.
Please don't misunderstand me, I do not blame these fine writers in any way for my miserable mood. In fact, I highly recommend you visit their blogs for yourself (although I suspect they may also be suffering from what ails me). No, I don't blame the bloggers. I blame winter. I blame a very long, very snowy, very COLD winter. I am sick with cabin fever, ill from idleness and grumpy from a lack of vitamin D. I have been marinating in languidness, steeping in lethargy, and infused with listlessness until I am intoxicated with inertia! I need to get out! I need fresh air and exercise!
You have to understand, I'm Canadian - I can take the cold...usually. But this has been a winter of unseasonal cold temperatures, day after day, week after week; a winter of wickedly cold winds that draws tears from my eyes to freeze on my lashes, sticks my nostril hairs together and hurts my lungs to inhale. It's not that I need warm Caribbean breezes and summer sunshine - I'd settle for a crisp blue sky and sparkling snow, just not so cold that exposed skin freezes after mere minutes.
But I will survive. My weatherman tells me I can expect above freezing temperatures by the weekend. That's warm enough to melt away some snow and start the sap running in the maple trees! Spring WILL come! And even though this post has been sorely lacking in joy, I have not forgotten my promise of a treat in every blog... so for those of you who have been suffering as I have and need a small glimmer of hope to hang onto, here's a reminder of the Spring thaw that's just (hopefully) a few days away.