The Winter Blues

                                           Everyday is a brand new day,
                                           everyday is a journey.

Father of light! to thee I call,

My soul is dark within:

Thou who canst mark the sparrow's fall,

Avert the death of sin,

Thou who canst guide the wandering star,

Who calm'st the elemental war,

Whose mantle is yon boundless sky,

My thoughts, my words, my crimes forgive;

And since I soon must cease to live,

Instruct me how to die.

--Lord Byron.

I believe I have the Winter Blues. I'm tired all the time and I definitely don't want to get out of bed in the morning. Besides, work has been doubly slow and the eight hours slowly pass by. I want to pick up that phone and call in sick every single day. I'm done with Winter. 

Have you noticed that whenever one feels down, everything and everyone seems depressing? The conversations are depressing. The world news are depressing. It's almost as if a dark cloud follows us around dispensing cold, cold rain. How do we shake it off?

I keep telling myself to keep plodding along, it will eventually pass. The other part of me says I should take a couple of days off to recuperate and begin anew. What would all of you do?

Have a blessed day everyone.