I've never been actually diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder, but even in elementary and middle school, my grades took a predictable slump in the third quarter. And I am usually a pretty high energy guy, but in February, which was brutal, here as everywhere, I was not high energy. I was high anxiety.
One day, when it became clear that I was going to have to cancel class because of the snow day, I just cried. On the fantastic weekend a couple of weeks ago, during which i got to see theatre, and many of my very favorite people in the world, and eat a good meal, the whole thing was almost completely ruined by an anxiety attack brought on by a freak snowstorm.
The point is, after its first two weeks, winter is my arch-enemy (it used to be this guy Tom from high school, but I haven't seen him in 12 years).
Today though, the forecast was 70 degrees and sunny. I saw the forecast, and immediately went to the closet to break out the spring wardrobe: my khaki silk suit and a lovely swimming-pool colored oxford. Even though I overslept, I was happy walking out the door, first cup of coffee in hand. I swear to god every person I saw commented on my clothes. For every easter-egg remark, there were two compliments. Frankly, I am simply trying to will spring into existence.
I then got to teach two good sections where I introduced one of my favorite novels, and then tried to keep a very excited group of students going to London from busting out of their skins.
And then, all the caffeine wore off, and the thrill of a beautiful, sunny, warm spring day finally hit. I am tired, but soon, very soon, it will be Spring. For real.