Winters are usually a time stability but boredom for me. This is the third winter when I wasn’t working some kind of paid employment. So I’ve gotten used to the idea that winter is a time of forced inactivity.
I usually do most of my physical activity, socializing, and at my happiness in spring and early summer. Most activities I enjoy like walking, fishing, working outdoors, going to barbecues, watching baseball games, going to the park are almost impossible in winter in the part of the country I live in. January and February are times I’m usually mentally stable but because of the weather of winter, it is also when I’m least active. I tend to be one of these people that can’t sit still and force myself to be inactive. If I’m not out walking, I have to read a book, play some strategy computer game, or watch something that’ll make me sharper on youtube. I just hate having to force myself into physical and mental inactivity. Monks that teach meditation would hate students like me 🙂
One blessing of my mental illness, if you can call it that, is the seasonal aspect of mine is late summer instead of winter. Even while the weather is lousy and travel is questionable, I can usually feel well even if I have to be inside for long periods. Many mentally ill people I know have a seasonal aspect and it’s often in the winters.
Luckily, as I am a writer/blogger, I can fulfill my mental activity needs even if I can’t get out and walk or go fishing. A significant chunk of what I have written has been in the winter months. That helps quite a bit filling the voids while I’m waiting for spring. As a baseball fan I am glad to see that spring training will be starting in less than two weeks. I prefer the laid back nature of baseball to a lot of other games and I like how if a team loses, it can’t be dwelt on since they have to play again tomorrow.
I’m already over half way through winter. Only six more weeks of bitter cold and probably eight weeks until the last snows. We’re getting there as we always do.