I'm having a hard time not complaining lately, which is probably no surprise to anyone that's ever spent more than three seconds with me.
I blame Michigan. And men. And the fact that most of my clothes don't fit me due to the 10+ lbs. I've gained this winter.
There is nothing I long for more than to wake up at 5am feeling warm with only a sheet to cover me. I want to see colorful flowers all over my porch. I imagine myself jumping out of bed to sit on my stoop in shorts and a tank top sipping a cup of coffee before tying up my running shoes and going out for a 5 or 6 mile run while the sun rises. Then I'd spend 20 minutes or so watering and dead heading and loving the flowers on my porch. I want it to be balmy and humid.
I would get to work by 8 with sore legs, energy to conquer whatever came my way and get home before dark to spend more time on my porch and outside on my bike or with friends.
Instead, when my alarm went off at 5 this morning for spin class I groaned and felt cold and frustrated that I couldn't fall asleep last night because I was thinking about summer and how I didn't want to wake up until it came.
I thought setting the alarm to motorcycle sounds would give me a good feeling. All it brought was nostalgia and confusion. I woke up wondering if I was back in the Dominican Republic. There were no motos racing down my street and I didn't get to drive one to work.
I spilled coffee.
When I got to work I was grumpy and as pissy as can be.
Then, I discovered a cheap plane ticket to Florida, bought it and texted my cousin to tell her to get ready. I'll be on my way in just over a week. I can make it a week.
Cousin here I come. Sunshine AND warmth here I come. Beach here I come. Alligator burgers I'm going to eat you.
I am officially self-diagnosing myself with Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Good riddens Michigan. When I get back you better be nice!