Winter and I have never gotten along very well. The long dreary days eventually take their toll and my usually positive self all but disappears.

It is the weather, it is a little uncertainty, it is the desperate feeling of having no idea what to do, and being restless because of it. It is where I become the very definition of insanity, watching each day pass just as the one before, yet hoping for something different. A thought. A plan. An idea. Anything.

I spend my days in the presence of my sun lamp, wearing a path in the floor as I pace back and forth, my mind running in vicious circles. Desperate for something to do, yet not wanting to do anything.

I know that this, too, will pass, as everything always does. And no matter how I am feeling right now, in the end, things will turn out exactly as they are meant to be and life will go on.

My head knows this.

The problem is convincing my heart…