It's Just Those Rainy Days....

I know we need rain. I know we need winter. I know when it starts to snow and I can go to the mountain, strap on a snowboard and glide down enjoying the beautiful scenery, that at that very moment, I will love winter. But man, is it dark.

This morning (which was closer to afternoon), I awoke to a dark room with my blinds open. Grey, foggy, misty, cool sky flooded into my room through my open window. I stretch and say to myself, "2 more hours."

It was already 10.

This year, I will succeed again in avoiding the impending depression through exercise and motivation from the inside. But how hard is it when you look outside and all you want to do is curl up into a little ball with a warm blanket, cup of tea and a book that does not require you to take notes and later be tested on the definitions?

Speaking of which, it is that time again. Midterms have peaked their ugly heads out from the calander - making menacing faces at me with their three-pronged devil swords. We are coming, they say to me, as if taunting me to go back to reading Anna Karenina. I say to them that I know, and that I will buckle down in a few minutes... but they loom, contorting their faces in ever-changing, increasingly ugly ways.

I open the economics textbook and begin reading about the relationship between sales tax and the consumer vs. sales tax and the seller. Elasticity over time and why this matters. I suppose in the long run it does matter. It helps you to understand the news and the way things work. But good Lord it is the most boring read ever. Anna Karenina at least has an engrossing plotline and loveable characters.

I have chosen my destiny - or at least what my destiny is to be for the next two years. I love it, really I do. Sometimes though, that rock outside looks good, and crawling underneath it doesn't seem impossible or uncomfortable. In fact, it feels like a perfect fit.