Blue Monday just passed.
Although I’m aware of the concept, it never dawned on me that this past Monday held any significance—other than it was another dreary, back-to-work morning in January for yours truly. Little did I realize this was the day regarded as the most depressing 24-hour period of the year. Pseudo-scientifically, an explanation exists as to why the third Monday of January dons this dubious honor, but in simple terms, the reasoning is sound:
- End of the holiday season
- Credit card debt (from making rather merry)
- Miserable weather
And it’s a bloody Monday.
Let’s not forget that.
As I sit staring blankly out my office window at another dull grey, snow-bleached frozen landscape, I can’t help but recall a post I wrote exactly one year ago. A post on winter doldrums. How apropos it seems that I once again find myself contemplating the dreariness of the season, the long tedious haul, the never-ending 5 pm sunsets.
And it dawned on me.
I was doing it again. Dreaming, yearning for my next vacation. Wishing away perfectly good days full of promise on a fast-forward delusion. Déjà vu. The problem is, as I quickly realized, I’d forgotten—yet again, that each day has untapped potential, each day is another chance for creation, growth, happiness. And our days are finite.
So I accessed my archives, re-read my 2017 post, and reminded myself that a Blue Monday has the same potential as the first day of vacation, or the 4th of July, or even Christmas day. There’s no need to shoot the whole day down. There never was.
So I stepped back to the starting gate and embraced the gift of another sunrise. I got on with it.
For those of you who suffer from the January blahs, Seasonal Affective Disorder, or just plain lack of inspiration, I empathize.
I was there too. Here’s how I overcame mine.
Until next time,