in like a lion

February and March are no good to me.

The past several weeks I have been crabby, snappy, depressed and overwhelmed. I have been frustrated in my relationships and my responsibilities on every level. Frustrations quickly turn to irrationalities, and being the writer (as in: one who likes to write) that I am, I wrote in my journal. (I do still do that sometimes, but I reserve it for my more intimate thoughts. In other words, that is where I complain.) "My children are disobedient. My husband is thoughtless. I don't like myself. My house is a disaster." (That one is not quite as irrational of a thought. My house really is a disaster.)

After I finished my writing session, I began skimming through the past year or so, and I came across an entry from last March: same feeling. A couple years before that: same feeling. Only that year (2009) I mentioned how I get this way every year around this time.

I thought perhaps since this winter was so mild that it would skip me. But even though the temperature has been,mhh higher than last year, it was still a very overcast, dark winter.

Perhaps this is my body's way of saying that it is time for a Spring Cleaning. Time to get rid of the stuff I've no use for, open the windows, and reorganize. Not just my house (though that certainly needs to happen) but my soul as well. The guilt and negativity have no place here. I need inspiration like I need fresh air. I need a new routine and a fresh outlook.

I bought a new pair of shoes too. That never hurts either.