Get-Out-Of-Your-Rut Day

Winter always gets me down.  No matter how many vitamin D pills I take or how much orange juice I consume or what kind of artificial light I’m exposed to, there’s just nothing like actual warm sunshine on your bare skin to perk a person up.  I’m tired of coats and scarves and gloves and car starters and fogged up windows and seeing my breath in the air.  But just because I’m bored with winter doesn’t mean I’m in a rut, does it?  I get bored with winter about 48 hours after the first snowfall.  And this winter hasn’t even been that bad.  Today the temperature went up above the freezing mark.  I chose to live here, we get all four seasons, winter happens to be one of them, and therefore I should just suck it up and get over it.  Still, I’d like to zap the cold and the snow with a magic wand and send it packing.

Anyway, it is Get Out of Your Rut day today, so I’ve been trying to decide if I’m even in one, other than the chronic condition of having a mild hate-on for winter whenever we’re in the middle of it.  Obviously I kind of like that rut and don’t appear to want to change my mind about it.  It gives me something to complain about.  Winter certainly has never done anything that I can think of to make me like it.

I don’t feel like I’m in a rut at work, because I’ve got retirement looming in the not so distant future.  It’s amazing the crap I’ve been able to put up with just because I can see an end in sight.  When I get bored at home I read a different book, or move the furniture around, or eat something weird for breakfast.  I guess I’m just easily amused.

And I don’t have a lot of patience with people who are unhappy for stupid reasons.  If you’ve got excellent reasons, that’s a different story.  But when all is said and done, it’s just a state of mind.  So perhaps I should wave that magic wand and zap my own negativity.  Winter can be beautiful.  (Man, putting those words together in the same sentence just seems so wrong….)

Nice to look at, wouldn’t want to be there.  Oh well.  It never lasts forever.  In the spring I’ll have to find a new rut to wallow in.