Crawling towards the spring line

No matter how I try to set up my Februarys, every year without fail by the middle of the month I feel like a rat in a cage.

February is the opening of lines of You Can Call Me Al.

A man walks down the street

He says, "Why am I soft in the middle now?

Why am I soft in the middle?

The rest of my life is so hard

I need a photo opportunity

I want a shot at redemption

Don't want to end up a cartoon

In a cartoon graveyard"

Bonedigger, bonedigger

Dogs in the moonlight

Far away my well-lit door

Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly

Get these mutts away from me

You know I don't find this stuff

Amusing anymore 

I feel like I'm ready to burst or run screaming through the streets or let my crazy out in front of god and everybody.

Aside from the lack of light and black ice, I don't even dislike winter. I think it's just that by the end of February I'm looking for the rebirth of the world around me. I want to feel the sun on my skin, walk barefoot outside, be outside for longer periods of time, not wear a heavy jacket, bare my ankles to the air, all that jazz. I want to go back to the shore.

That's where I am today, and I'm just stopping in here to give you this sugar to add to your coffee because there's nothing worse than when people act like there’s always sunshine in their soul. There’s not and sometimes I’m a troll for no world changing reason. 

I'm dreaming of the day I will arrive on spring's doorstep, fall down to the ground weak and battered by February's bullshit, ready to be healed slowly by the fresh, new air.

It's coming. 31 days. We’re gonna make it.

TGIFF.

I'm in the mood for

A large iced coffee with a medium back

Airing out my sweaters

The end of the dog poops and Geege's general malaise

Rambling around a quiet beach town

Sinking into a good book

Seeing a sunrise

Anyone but trump

Finishing up some work projects that have dogged me through the summer

Purging my kitchen

Meandering around slowly on my bike

Figuring out how to maximize the one storage closet I have at the shore

Talking to people who actually know what they're talking about instead of making sweeping and gross generalizations

Cleaning out my freezer and pantry

Friday.

Good thing the weekend is here. Have a great weekend mon frers!

How INSERT NAME HERE got her groove back

Don't you hate when people post about vague phantom quasi-problems online? I do. But I don't mind when people acknowledge moods. We owe it to ourselves to keep it real, and no one is Miss Mary Sunshine all the time. People who work hard to prove they are are lying liars who lie.

Me? Currently I'm in a whatever period.

It's a general feeling of being restless, distracted, disinterested, in between, too many balls in the air, on auto pilot. I could also sum this up in general by saying whatever it is, I don't feel like it. 

I don't feel this way often and when I do, it doesn't last long. Seriously, thank God. Since I'm a Veruca Salt I want it now control freak, it makes me uncomfortable in my own skin because it's just not me. It requires patience I don't have, leaving me feeling stretched, exhausted, and irritable. If people ask me what's wrong I get surly. I need to get over myself.

The common ground here between you and me and the world is that we all have these periods. Nothing is wrong per se, but we're just in a mood, okay?

The uncommon ground is what we do to turn those frowns upside down. I'm always interested in seeing how other people, particularly other women, go about small doses of self care to ground themselves and return to center. So I hope you'll share your top three mood changers with me in the comments below. I'll be doing my patented top five this weekend:

1. Lose myself in a book or several books, ignoring everything around me.
2. Cook up a storm.
3. Paint my nails.
4. Spend a lot of time with my dogs, including outside time.
5. Organize something and clean something.

And fuck it, I'm getting a massage too. And having lunch with my girlfriends. And trying to make MFD do something fun. And only wearing lounge attire. And going to see my niece. The massage and the niece and something fun only if I kick this bastard chest cold tonight.

How do you get back to you when you're feeling un-you-ish?