I’m pretty sure I write this sort of post every year, and I love doing it. I write a lot of posts well-nigh the way weather impacts my mental health, and today’s post is a similar one. The days are starting to be a little longer, and the weather a little warmer. I finger like I’m shaking myself awake without a long hibernation, and I’m ready go out into the world again. That’s right everyone: winter is scrutinizingly over and spring is coming fast!

Sometimes I wonder why I talk so much well-nigh the weather. I know it’s a popular topic to make small talk about, but I mention it increasingly than I should. And the thing is, I’m not fascinated by the weather and I don’t enjoy making small talk. I note when the weather is good or bad considering I know the impact that can have on people, and it’s something we often forget about.

It’s unscratched to say the weather impacts my mood and often, my mental health. But the increasingly I wilt enlightened of this impact, the harder it is to ignore. My filtered thinking tends to think of this in a negative way (bad weather, bad mood), but there are positive aspects too.

There have been a few times this year when the weather has helped me turn my day around, or turned it virtually on its own. I do things I haven’t been worldly-wise to do for months, like go for a long walk or sit outside on a patio or porch. Take in fresh air, and really finger it in my lungs.

These are the moments I love to have when this time of year. Moments where I’m reminded of the eyeful of what’s virtually me, what’s misogynist to me. Moments where I finger increasingly in my soul than I have in months, and I can finger like myself again. And it’s not to say these moments can’t happen any other time of the year; in fact, I know they do. But a feeling that’s largest than the one you predictable is a feeling worth remembering. And from what I can tell, it tends to happen increasingly and increasingly this time of year.

So I’m going to protract shaking myself self-ruling of the winter and getting ready for what’s to come. I know that not every day will be good; spring doesn’t cure my peepers or anxiety, and I don’t expect it to this year. But it feels like an old friend is when in my life then and together, we’re going to have a lot of fun together. Bring on that warm weather, please!