Is it the contraction of cold that makes everything feel pinchy and vice versa? I hate to think my temperament is temperature driven, but the data will out.
This morning (unlike Monday's breath-squeezing shiverfest) was perfectly, softly chilly -- no bitter bite. Result? Tonight I'm bopping about wrapping gifts, listening to music, playing with the dogs and feel equally soft, happy and light.
Perhaps there's no correlation, but I think the fact is that I am super sensitive to the physical environment I am in-- the light, the air, the space, the color--- it affects me, probably more than I should allow it to.
Oh well-- I'll work on that in my next life time.
Tomorrow I am pulling the shutters tight at Squam HQ, something I have not done, ever. Two weeks of holiday during, um-- the holidays! What a concept. To say I am very, very, very excited about this would be a very, very big understatement.
My only goal is not to let my inner critic get any airtime when it wants to point out how utterly unproductive I am being .. . ha. One goal. (A singular focus generally works best for me, so I am thinking the odds are good that I will have myself some damn fun with very little productivity).
We'll see . . following whatever calls me and who knows where that will lead?