hello, spring
I do not think it’s possible for me to overstate how wonderful an effect warmer weather and sunlight have on my mood. I’ve got lots of things I need to do today, sure, but I’m relaxed. I’m in good humour. I’m sitting around in my summer PJs; how can I not be happy?
I think part of the process of growing up is learning how I operate, and allowing for it. Like, when I wake up I need fifteen minutes or so of low-key websurfing or the like before I try to do much of anything, and I shouldn’t eat for a while after that. When I go to a con, it will take me half a day, give or take, to turn on the switch in my head that says “Social!,” and before that goes on, I’ll be a little bit awkward. When it’s February, I should not expect to get anything substantial done, because winter saps my will to live around then. As long as I understand these things, I get by just fine.
So I’ve got an eyeball-high stack of things to do (several of them hangovers from February; see above about inability to do anything during that month), but that’s okay. Going outside to run errands doesn’t mean wrapping a scarf around my neck and finding gloves and a hat, so errand-running becomes a more pleasant thing to do. And when I’m done with that, I’ll deal with e-mails, or revise a story that needs to go out today, or maybe work on my costume for the upcoming Regency game, or whatever, and it will all be good.
Because I’m in a good mood.