Out of sorts
Aug. 4th, 2013 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
calissaI celebrated Imbolc last Thursday. To me, it has always seemed to be a strange, middling time--a time of transition, I suppose. Winter is not yet done with us and yet there are flowers springing up everywhere. At the moment where I live the earliest of the fruit trees are blossoming, the wattle is beginning to hit its stride and the violets are showing their shy little faces. These ones popped up unexpectedly, taking advantage of the space where the old lavender bush had been.
This year Imbolc took place in a patch of gorgeous weather. For the first time in months it was warm enough to open up the house. Today, in contrast, is grey and cold. Winter has settled back in for a bit longer--not unexpectedly. It actually suits my mood because I'm feeling rather out of sorts.
September looms on the horizon. Birthday season. Nightmare month. Although it's a little under 4 weeks away, it's already booked up--I don't have a single quiet weekend. I also have an October 1 deadline for a story I've barely started. That means I need to have it finished by the end of this month if I want to avoid making September even more crazy than it already is. Just one more "should" to add to a long list.
That long list of "shoulds" is the reason I'm feeling so out of sorts at the moment. I find myself resisting all of them, though I know I'll feel better once I start to make some progress. I had thought about particularly concentrating on self-care during September, since I'm unlikely to get much done. However, perhaps I need to start a bit earlier. Some small bit of fun is needed to shake me out of this funk.
This year Imbolc took place in a patch of gorgeous weather. For the first time in months it was warm enough to open up the house. Today, in contrast, is grey and cold. Winter has settled back in for a bit longer--not unexpectedly. It actually suits my mood because I'm feeling rather out of sorts.
September looms on the horizon. Birthday season. Nightmare month. Although it's a little under 4 weeks away, it's already booked up--I don't have a single quiet weekend. I also have an October 1 deadline for a story I've barely started. That means I need to have it finished by the end of this month if I want to avoid making September even more crazy than it already is. Just one more "should" to add to a long list.
That long list of "shoulds" is the reason I'm feeling so out of sorts at the moment. I find myself resisting all of them, though I know I'll feel better once I start to make some progress. I had thought about particularly concentrating on self-care during September, since I'm unlikely to get much done. However, perhaps I need to start a bit earlier. Some small bit of fun is needed to shake me out of this funk.
