Love is the answer

News Nov 22, 2006 Flamborough Review

Boy, am I stuck in a rut. Or maybe it's the February blahs. Whatever it is, I hope it passes soon.

Because I'm tired of short days. And I'm tired of hearing how wonderful the weather is (well, was, up until last weekend) for the middle of winter. And I'm tired of the routine - remembering school lunch days/gym days, work deadlines, weekends spent huddled in front of the latest DVD release. And I'm tired of being tired of it all, if that makes any sense.

Now, normally, I'm happy as a clam to cling to the rhythm of our little family's daily life. Getting everybody, including me, where they need to go, keeping a small household with assorted pets/projects/ chores/activities rolling is, on most days, very satisfying. Usually, I relish the comfort of knowing that everything is ticking along as it should.

But February, for some reason, is different. The year's shortest month has always been, for me, its longest. Since I'm still trying to shake the spending hangover from the holidays, shopping away my restlessness isn't an option. Also, I'm still battling those excess holiday calories, so digging into a box of chocolate isn't the answer either. And thanks to this week's sudden deep freeze, even Buster doesn't want to get up off the couch. So a nice healthy walk with my favourite beagle isn't in the cards.

What's a girl to do?

A quick surf of the internet tells me that at least I'm not alone. Type 'February blahs,' into your search engine and you get 143,000 hits. Misery apparently loves cyber-company.

The culprit, according to several entries, seems to be the shortage of daylight hours between November and April. It appears that limited exposure to the sun not only makes us want to go into hibernation mode, sleeping more and eating more comfort foods, it also makes us feel less motivated to do anything about it.

Of course, since I can't actually make like a bear and crawl into a cave for months at a time, there has to be a solution.

A little more surfing shows that there are an awful lot of travel sites offering seat sales to sunny destinations this month. Other sites suggest taking up a new hobby during these bleak days. Aromatherapy, yoga and taking up an instrument are other helpful suggestions.

None of which I feel I have the energy to explore.

But wait. Amidst all this doom and gloom, I was called on earlier this week to carry out one of the happier duties that come across my desk: choosing the winner of the Review's Valentine's Day contest - the one where people write in to tell us about their Significant Other and describe just what it is that makes them so special.

And while the age of the entrants ranges over decades, there was a noticeable thread: not a single one mentioned the crazy, whirlwind kind of romance that makes your palms sweat and your stomach do flip-flops.

In fact, each celebrates the love it takes to get through kids with the flu, pets with fleas, bad hair days, science fair projects, road trips, Sunday dinners, household emergencies - even the February blahs.

And guess what? They managed to make it all sound pretty exciting and special. Special enough to shake me out of my rut in time to wish everyone a very happy Valentine's Day.

Love is the answer

News Nov 22, 2006 Flamborough Review

Boy, am I stuck in a rut. Or maybe it's the February blahs. Whatever it is, I hope it passes soon.

Because I'm tired of short days. And I'm tired of hearing how wonderful the weather is (well, was, up until last weekend) for the middle of winter. And I'm tired of the routine - remembering school lunch days/gym days, work deadlines, weekends spent huddled in front of the latest DVD release. And I'm tired of being tired of it all, if that makes any sense.

Now, normally, I'm happy as a clam to cling to the rhythm of our little family's daily life. Getting everybody, including me, where they need to go, keeping a small household with assorted pets/projects/ chores/activities rolling is, on most days, very satisfying. Usually, I relish the comfort of knowing that everything is ticking along as it should.

But February, for some reason, is different. The year's shortest month has always been, for me, its longest. Since I'm still trying to shake the spending hangover from the holidays, shopping away my restlessness isn't an option. Also, I'm still battling those excess holiday calories, so digging into a box of chocolate isn't the answer either. And thanks to this week's sudden deep freeze, even Buster doesn't want to get up off the couch. So a nice healthy walk with my favourite beagle isn't in the cards.

What's a girl to do?

A quick surf of the internet tells me that at least I'm not alone. Type 'February blahs,' into your search engine and you get 143,000 hits. Misery apparently loves cyber-company.

The culprit, according to several entries, seems to be the shortage of daylight hours between November and April. It appears that limited exposure to the sun not only makes us want to go into hibernation mode, sleeping more and eating more comfort foods, it also makes us feel less motivated to do anything about it.

Of course, since I can't actually make like a bear and crawl into a cave for months at a time, there has to be a solution.

A little more surfing shows that there are an awful lot of travel sites offering seat sales to sunny destinations this month. Other sites suggest taking up a new hobby during these bleak days. Aromatherapy, yoga and taking up an instrument are other helpful suggestions.

None of which I feel I have the energy to explore.

But wait. Amidst all this doom and gloom, I was called on earlier this week to carry out one of the happier duties that come across my desk: choosing the winner of the Review's Valentine's Day contest - the one where people write in to tell us about their Significant Other and describe just what it is that makes them so special.

And while the age of the entrants ranges over decades, there was a noticeable thread: not a single one mentioned the crazy, whirlwind kind of romance that makes your palms sweat and your stomach do flip-flops.

In fact, each celebrates the love it takes to get through kids with the flu, pets with fleas, bad hair days, science fair projects, road trips, Sunday dinners, household emergencies - even the February blahs.

And guess what? They managed to make it all sound pretty exciting and special. Special enough to shake me out of my rut in time to wish everyone a very happy Valentine's Day.

Love is the answer

News Nov 22, 2006 Flamborough Review

Boy, am I stuck in a rut. Or maybe it's the February blahs. Whatever it is, I hope it passes soon.

Because I'm tired of short days. And I'm tired of hearing how wonderful the weather is (well, was, up until last weekend) for the middle of winter. And I'm tired of the routine - remembering school lunch days/gym days, work deadlines, weekends spent huddled in front of the latest DVD release. And I'm tired of being tired of it all, if that makes any sense.

Now, normally, I'm happy as a clam to cling to the rhythm of our little family's daily life. Getting everybody, including me, where they need to go, keeping a small household with assorted pets/projects/ chores/activities rolling is, on most days, very satisfying. Usually, I relish the comfort of knowing that everything is ticking along as it should.

But February, for some reason, is different. The year's shortest month has always been, for me, its longest. Since I'm still trying to shake the spending hangover from the holidays, shopping away my restlessness isn't an option. Also, I'm still battling those excess holiday calories, so digging into a box of chocolate isn't the answer either. And thanks to this week's sudden deep freeze, even Buster doesn't want to get up off the couch. So a nice healthy walk with my favourite beagle isn't in the cards.

What's a girl to do?

A quick surf of the internet tells me that at least I'm not alone. Type 'February blahs,' into your search engine and you get 143,000 hits. Misery apparently loves cyber-company.

The culprit, according to several entries, seems to be the shortage of daylight hours between November and April. It appears that limited exposure to the sun not only makes us want to go into hibernation mode, sleeping more and eating more comfort foods, it also makes us feel less motivated to do anything about it.

Of course, since I can't actually make like a bear and crawl into a cave for months at a time, there has to be a solution.

A little more surfing shows that there are an awful lot of travel sites offering seat sales to sunny destinations this month. Other sites suggest taking up a new hobby during these bleak days. Aromatherapy, yoga and taking up an instrument are other helpful suggestions.

None of which I feel I have the energy to explore.

But wait. Amidst all this doom and gloom, I was called on earlier this week to carry out one of the happier duties that come across my desk: choosing the winner of the Review's Valentine's Day contest - the one where people write in to tell us about their Significant Other and describe just what it is that makes them so special.

And while the age of the entrants ranges over decades, there was a noticeable thread: not a single one mentioned the crazy, whirlwind kind of romance that makes your palms sweat and your stomach do flip-flops.

In fact, each celebrates the love it takes to get through kids with the flu, pets with fleas, bad hair days, science fair projects, road trips, Sunday dinners, household emergencies - even the February blahs.

And guess what? They managed to make it all sound pretty exciting and special. Special enough to shake me out of my rut in time to wish everyone a very happy Valentine's Day.