This last weekend we finally had some really good weather (as in I was actually outside wearing flip-flops without shivering). So Nate and I did what any card-carrying adult would do: spring cleaning. We cleaned out the garage and the shed, mowed the lawn, washed both cars, and even swiffered. (We never swiffer. Don't judge.)
It was amazing. I'm convinced that I am solar powered (this is a nice way of saying that I think I suffer from SAD) because the minute the sun comes out I turn into the Energizer Bunny. Nate finally made me sit down at 9:00 Saturday night.
As I was cleaning out the shed I couldn't stop thinking about how awesome the weather was and how happy it was making me. Then I started thinking about this issue I always have with packing for vacation. Both of our parents live in California and Nevada so it seems like Nate and I are frequently heading to warmer climates. Am I the only person who has such a hard time packing for 80 degrees when it's snowing outside? I seriously can never fathom that in a matter of hours I will be able to walk outside without a coat. It takes complete trust to stop myself from packing tights and boots in the middle of December.
I realized that this is how I have been feeling about life lately. It's like I almost forgot what happiness felt like -- how to not worry or not feel completely overwhelmed. Sometimes life hits you harder than you anticipate and it takes you longer to get your bearings than you expect.
But then one day you feel the sun shine on your face and you are completely content without even trying. Somehow life stops being such a struggle.
For weeks now I've tried all the cliches: counting my blessings, looking for the positive, eating lots and lots of chocolate, indulging in retail therapy, etc.
In the end, all it took was a sunny day.