Springing back to life.

The sun is shining, the air is warm, birds are chirping, flowers are budding, cats are leashed and walking around the backyard.

Spring has sprung, it seems.  I’m trying my hardest to be optimistic that no more wintry weather will come to the Front Range of Colorado until late autumn*.

This was another rough transition into spring when you consider my seasonal affective disorder.   I lost desire to write, lost desire to be emotionally intimate with my husband, lost desire to stay healthy.  So I’m trying my hardest to believe that the worst days are behind me.

For the next four weeks, I shall reduce the time on my light box to 15 minutes on mornings when I know I will have decent sun exposure and/or exercise.  If there are clouds or rain or (ugh!) snow in the forecast, I’ll stick to 30 minutes.

*Oh, I know before too long, I’ll be complaining about how hot it is.  “But it’s a dry heat…”