​The other day, my little swath of the Midwest had a winter storm that dumped several inches of snow on the ground. It made a mess of things, as storms often do, but the next day was beautiful.

I ended up taking a short walk enjoying the snow for what it was worth.

But I hadn’t started out wanting​​ to go outside. In fact, I fought against it because I was caught in a battle of listlessness and woe.

It’s easy to get caught up in the doldrums of life and that’s where I had been stuck for most of the morning. While I had finally finished submitting Luna for publication, I was caught in a spiral of lethargy and languor on my day off. I spent more time than I should have surfing my social media, watching how many likes and comments I got on things I posted and feeling less than because real time doesn’t move as fast as my brain does and I wasn’t getting the engagements I had wished for.

But then, I came across this post by an author I follow on Instagram, part of which I have quoted here (for my non-IG readers):

We are not meant to function in such an impersonal environment where we have to guess what someone thinks or feels based on an emoji (There are so many variations, but they are often used completely inappropriately), and the chance of being misunderstood is almost certain no wonder people feel so unliked and sad.

If we stand any chance of happiness, we need to distance ourselves for healthy periods of time from an artificial world that would surely ruin our souls. Find people. Spaces. Your own company, if you prefer.

~Leonora Ross, author

With that in mind, I donned real clothes, since I was still in my pajamas, put on my heavy coat, snow boots and winter gear, and got outside for a bit. I hiked up the street, having no destination in mind other than to walk in the 25 degree weather until I had walked twenty minutes. I ended up playing in the snow at the local woods up the street, enjoying the pristine white of the wonderland and the footprints of the gallivanting squirrels before I had tracked across it. I had stopped in the store near my house to buy a birthday card for a friend and found they had kids’ fleece blankets on clearance as well, so I bought two that I really liked (and one for the other half). I then came home and decided the front yard of my tiny abode needed a snow angel. So, I put one there.

Readers, even as I write about finding magic in the mundane and enjoying the moments that make up the stories of life we write, I sometimes get caught up in the things that make life less magical. I can view the world through narrow lenses, seeing only my troubles, both real and perceived, magnified a thousand times. I often need reminders to take a step back as I can, looking at the world as a bigger picture and seeing the magic again.

This story of life is not written in how many likes one receives or how many comments one gets on a social media site. It is written in the way one stays magical. It is written in the joy and kindness one gives, the love one shares, the hope one inspires, the peace that comes from finding some time just to breathe.

Find your moments.

Find the ways to stay magical.

Keep writing your story.

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2 thoughts on “Doldrums

  1. Sounds like a wonderful way to shatter the ‘meh’ feelings and reconnect with nature and the playful part of you! 💞 Love that quote by Leonora Ross 💞


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