Squiggly is the new Round

A friend on Facebook posted she was out of sorts last week, feeling like she lived in a world of perfectly round or square pegs...but she was the squiggly one! Isn't that how we all feel from time to time? Wintertime after Christmas, I begin to feel hermit-ish. I want to stay home and hibernate, but more than that I just want to be alone. I wouldn't call it depression because I don't feel blue. I just feel un-social, not fit to be around, off my feed. Well, not off my feed...that never happens! My appetite stays the same, good days or bad, every 4-5 of my waking hours are spent hunting and/or gathering food.


I've read about seasonal depression and it's a legitimate condition that many people in the Northern states suffer from each winter. Cold, bleak and dreary days make us look on the dark side of things. It's amazing how just a sunny day, even if it's cold will perk up your spirits. Some people find that exercise is what keeps them going strong mentally and physically. Wish I was one of those. I have slug blood and am perfectly content being stuck in the house for days. That never happens though, I rarely get to stay home for two days in a row. Life interferes and makes to-do lists for me. Groceries, bills, recycling, errands, visit Mom, visit in-laws, GRANDson on Friday night...repeat. Not complaining (well, I guess officially I am!) but I just wish I could stay home, make soup and wear my flannel shirt and the fat fluffy socks that I got for Christmas. God forbid that I'm ever homeless, but if I am..I hope I can have my pink fluffy robe and the fat fluffy socks to keep me warm! Whoever invented micro fleece, I love you!


The world we live it takes a toll on us sometimes. It drains our energy until one day we just don't even want to get out of bed. It makes us want to just throw our hands up in the air and give up or lay down in the floor and have a little Hissy Fit. Remember when you were 3 and could get away with that? Right there at the grocery store, in front of everyone just scream your lungs out and demand to have that shiny toy. It felt good, it cleared the air, it made Mom take notice that you needed something. Just not the shiny toy. Most likely you needed a little "attention" from Mom. She would give it to you in the form of a swat on the bottom or even a "look." My Mom had the most effective "You're in big trouble Missy when we get home" look that you can imagine. It would turn my worst mood into "I'll be good!"


The world has changed though. We aren't all round pegs that fit in round holes or square pegs that fit in square holes. Sometimes we are Squiggly pegs that defy the holes, we cause the waves that make life interesting. Not bad being a Squiggly Peg, it's kinda fun keeping people guessing what you're gonna do next!