Timshel

There are particular times of the year that drag. For whatever reason that no one, not even you, can figure out... you just get down. Call it cabin fever?

I've had a taste of this lately, but I the more I think about it, the more I slowly put together all the little things that just add up and bring me down. Not depressed, mind you, just... listless. Again, cabin fever.

That is when I remind myself that they are all little things and in the end the spring is coming, things will slow down, the sun will come out, flowers will blossom, birds will sing.

Tonight as I was cleaning up after dinner, I listened to Mumford and Sons' "Timshel." If you have not heard this song, I highly recommend. Here is a vid:

The refrain (of course) stood out to me, "You are not alone in this. You are not alone in this. As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand. Hold your hand." What really hit me while I listened was that no matter what little things get me down, I am lucky. I have my husband and my family. I have a job. I have a lot more than other people.

I also have my stubborn optimism as well. That, in the end, is stronger than any sense of dreary gloom that may try to impede on me.

Spring is coming.