I never suffered the winter blues when I was in Seattle, the northernmost major US city where the sun set today at 4:17 p.m.. Sure, sometimes I’d wish for a Hawaiian vacation or at least a sunny day in February, but the notoriously gray winter didn’t affect my mood.
So I was surprised when I was sitting in my office in the mid-Atlantic, and a friend mentioned that SAD is already setting in.
That’s what that is! Maybe not diagnosable seasonal affective disorder, but the winter blues. It’s 33 degrees, gray and snowing today. Sunset was at 4:28 p.m. I wasn’t excited about coming home and sitting in my 200-square-foot apartment all evening. I’m sore from taking strength classes the last couple of days, so a workout was out. I didn’t particularly need or want to go shopping. I was briefly mad at myself for not signing up for winter session classes. I might as well learn something during potato-eating season.
I went for a walk after work to take in the holiday cheer and to rack up my Fitbit steps.
My walk served to remind me why I moved here. This city is home to 40 Broadway theaters, 80 museums and loads of other indoor activities. There’s no reason to be blue until April.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.