My first official work day of 2012 was gunked up by my inability to get out of bed. I reset my alarm for an hour later — the actual time I would normally wake up — they lay in bed for a half hour awake and in the end didn’t get any writing done. I’ve decided that this will be my year for writing. So I am going to go ahead and get writing.
I am also here to tell you that there are only 77 days left until the first day of spring. This is an important count down to me and while I usually start it on January first each year, I missed a couple days. This could be because I’ve been taking vitamin D supplements so I am slightly less ridden with Seasonal Affective Disorder. Or maybe because I’m coming back from a long weekend. Either way.
It’s practically spring already! I am saying this from a position where I’ve yet to bring my winter coat up from the basement, but I left my house heavily adorned in a beautiful scarf I received for Christmas. I choose my battles and in the battle against cold, I opt for scarves over coats. I like to hold on to that shred of hope that winter won’t really come for yet another day.
So what I come to you today with is reason that, unfortunately for us, winter is a necessary evil for this time of year. At least for those in the northern part of the hemisphere.
* Winter is necessary for Holidays to feel like Holidays. All of the songs sing about the cold, the snow and chestnuts roasting on an open fire (that open fire won’t be necessary in the summer!)
* Rebirth. The year is like a Pheonix. It needs to burn and die in order to come back again in the spring.
* It’s harder to appreciate the beautiful greens, luscious flowers and birds chirping in the Spring when you haven’t gone without for four or five months.
* The bugs tend to die off in the cold.
* Snowy owls (like Hedwig!) wouldn’t exist.
* The cold weather makes hot chocolate taste better. This is a known fact, proclaimed by me.
I’m still here, somewhere. My seasonal affective disorder has kicked in extremely early this year and I’ve been struggling with thinking of anything to say. I love the holidays, I wish I was reflecting on them more. There are a few other things keeping me from blogging lately, but I’m not here to make excuses.
So, dearest Daylight Savings, although I lose an hour in the spring, I happily welcome you and the chance for you to bring extra daylight into my life for the eight-ish months when you’re around. I realize that you were created for farming purposes and I was intrigued enough about you to ask if you exist in Portugal (where you do, though who knows what it’s called there, because “Daylight Savings” as a foreign term when mentioned). I realize that all good things must come to an end, but seriously? Let me just tell you the reasons why I think it’s pretty shitty that you have to end, especially in New England where I reside.
First off, I feel like you do not need to end. I think that it would be much better if we all turned our clocks ahead next March and just let our clocks STAY that way. Then come November when we gain the (much appreciated) extra hour.
Because I have to be a “mature, responsible adult” I work roughly a 9-5 schedule weekly. (Trust me, I’m working on figuring out how to do without that because who needs that, really?) This means that I do not see daylight when I get out of work. The sun has already set. I can’t take my dog for a walk. I have no real sense of time when it’s ALWAYS dark. My poor dog is more depressed than ever, laying around moping because he can’t get out enough to go out and play and pee on every blade of grass while we walk down the street. There’s no way I would walk in the cold and dark night when I live surrounded by woods and possibly weirdos.
Ever heard of Seasonal Affective Disorder? Seasonal depression? It’s caused my lack of sunlight. So it’s bad enough in the winter when the sun isn’t even sure how to shine the right way, but go already and throw in your ending and there’s just that much less sunlight while any person is not being a slave to the mundane 9-5.
It’s also really depressing to wake up while it’s still dark out. I guess the worst part is when you wake up in the winter and it’s freezing already, you look out the window and feel so hopeless because even the sun is too depressed to shine.
Please regard my opinions in your thoughts next year about existing. Thank you very much.
Note: This blog post was featured in WordPress.com’s “Freshly Pressed” on November 15, 2010. Thanks everyone for stopping by!