Winter did not start out very well for me this year. I think that our second big move to a new city started to take its toll on me just as the days started getting shorter and the nights started getting longer and darker. Usually the early nights don’t bother me in B.C., but this year the increasingly long nights have made a huge impact on my moods.
On a brighter note, the winter solstice has now passed so I can look forward to the days getting longer. As well, this happened:
When I was younger, I liked Christmas because Christmas = presents. My parents and I celebrated Christmas mostly because I wanted to. As I got older, I stopped celebrating Christmas – I don’t have any religious ties to the holiday, and my cynicism over the commercialism of the holiday was at an all-time high during university. In the past few years though, I’ve come to enjoy this time of the year. For my first Christmas with Corey, we celebrated in Saskatoon with his family and it was very different from any Christmas I’ve ever had. Last year, we took a vacation in Thailand to see my parents. This year in Ottawa was our first Christmas together with just the two of us, and I loved it. I made Christmas cookies (5 different kinds), helped out with the children’s Christmas party at work, and got a real tree (my first one!). I think this is the first year that I, as an adult, have discovered something about Christmas that I’ve been missing all along. Although my own parents are overseas right now, it was great to see Corey’s various family members, meet new ones, and have a great Christmas Eve dinner with his brother and sister-in-law and their two very little ones.
On Christmas Day, Corey and I woke up, opened presents, ate a delicious breakfast, watched The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, did a puzzle, went for a short walk in Parc de la Gatineau, and enjoyed a tortiere for dinner.
So although the beginning of winter was not kind to me, it’s certainly picked up and I’m feeling better about everything in general. On Boxing Day, I picked up some winter running gear. I suspect one contributing factor to why I’m so susceptible to my negative feelings right now is because I’m not getting any exercise, and have been feeling quite sorry for myself. While I’m not packing on the pounds, I can tell that I’m digesting food differently as I get older. I’m quite a tiny person and I know I don’t need to worry about my weight, but I do worry about my health, mentally and physically. Just because I’m not overweight doesn’t mean that I don’t need to worry about what I eat and how I exercise. Well, as a true Canadian, I know I can conquer the Canadian elements and get my exercise outdoors. I’ll keep you updated on my progress. Among my purchases, I bought an amazingly warm pair of comfortable and flattering winter running pants. They are the most comfortable pants I have ever owned, fuzzy on the inside and they keep out the wind. I’m in love. (Really, just ask Corey, as I keep chatting on about those pants everyday since I bought them.)
So now that my winter funk seems to be on its way out, I hope to update my blog a little more often. I borrowed a few non-fiction books from Corey’s friend, received a few for Christmas, accidentally purchased one on my Kindle (luckily it was one I’ve been meaning to read), and I bought the newest Cleopatra: A Life biography by Stacy Schiff from Chapters’ boxing week sale, so I also want to start writing more about books. (Didn’t this blog used to be about critically engaging with texts?)
Finally, I leave you with a view from this evening: