Even God is in S.A.D.

It's that time of year again.

I have forgotten this chapter in the Michigan Living Archives. Perhaps if I had remembered this miniscule detail, I may never have subjected myself to a seemingly merciless season.

When the holidays are over, when the snow has fallen and has been acquainted with the earth for some time. When you don't see the sun for weeks on end and every day is a cold, overcast, gray day.

The last several weeks after being back, I found myself to be easily agitated, negative, listless and without motivation to pursue certain tasks. Or just having the unexplainable winter blues.

Understand that this is not my mode of operation.

I consider myself to be an unusually lively individual (under normal circumstances) and am always willing to exert some kind of an effort for the betterment of some greater good. And while I may have a fiery temper of an Asian woman (which, by the way, has only shown itself once in the bluest of the moon), I am also unusually perky, chirpy, upbeat and animated.

Even under the worst of conditions (and believe me, there have been such settings that would warrant the Debbie of all Downers) I am quite capable of making the most of it and proving myself to be a rather resilient individual that is able to press forward with the utmost of cheer.

This, however, has been tested very, very recently.

The truth is, I am still most grateful even under the loneliest blankets of winter. I have even found ways to endure the coldest nights and the iciest days. Protected by wool, cashmere and North Face fleece, I always manage to find the warmth that seeps into my bones.

And truth be told, my spirit survives most in the hands of a warm Savior.



And, "all shall be well; and all shall be well; and all manner of things shall be well" - Julian of Norwich.