We are lucky, even the worst of us, because daylight comes.
It ebbs and flows, unhappiness, with the weather, with the seasons, with the light. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, sometimes I do both at once. Happiness, too, ebbs and flows.
I need to remember this. Even my worst days end and I sleep; even my worst nightmares end and I wake up.
We are lucky, even the worst of us, because daylight comes.
-Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
January 30th, 2005 at 2:38 am
Hi, WA,
Sounds like you’re going through a rough spot right now. Does winter weather get you down? Have you ever tried a light box/light therapy? I replaced all the lights in my office with full-spectrum bulbs, and they really helped. So does using a light box…really keeps me going during the short, cold, dark winter days.
Hang in there! :)
T
January 30th, 2005 at 10:03 am
Ah, I love that. It’s so true and it’s expressed in so many different ways in literature.
Sometimes it is just a waiting game.
January 30th, 2005 at 9:41 pm
Yeah. A light box might be the next step. Or more lights at work, anyways.
Sometimes it’s just remembering that it’s a waiting game that’s hard.