I dont have a favorite season, I have a favorite feeling. It's the windows down, silent back roads with dirty bare feet feeling. It's when I can walk straight outside without pausing to fish out a jacket. It is curtains dancing around my room because of the cool breeze that pushes against its fabric. It is sunsets after dessert and grass on my pillow. The sound of lawnmowers, of falling leaves, and rain against the window. Pockets of shade and walks along a gravel road. I dont have a favorite season, I have a favorite Feeling.
This winter has got to me.
Many times I have thought about how to write this post.
Do I say I have been depressed?
That I just have not felt like me?
I usually love life, I love life to the very core, I love my husband, my family, my friends.
So why am I so sad?
I usually dont mind winter, when people would complain I never really understood,
this winter I understand.
I have so much to be thankful for, during the day and will have moments when my heart is so full of gratitude with everything I have been given. My health, a roof over my head, good examples in my life, people who care and people who listen. Why cant I just feel like me?
I cant wait for the summer, for the memories, sunshine and "those" feelings
Summer are you here?!