Today is winter solstice. The candles are lit and we’re settling in for 15 hours and eight minutes of night. Outside, holiday lights glitter in the mist and raindrops patter against the windowpanes. On stormy days here in western Oregon even the daylight itself makes a half-hearted appearance, as though the sun would rather sleep in.
I don’t know about you, but this time of year I start yearning for southern latitudes and a little warmth. Not happening in 20-crap-20, but guess what? There’s an even better way to cope.
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Although most of us manage to make it through that first day back at work after a vacation, for example, what about the less urgent stuff? What happens on week three after leaving off your training plan, diet, or whatever good thing you’re doing for yourself? Or, in the case of the self-employed artist, walking back into your mess of a studio after some time away, stacks of blank canvases staring reproachfully from the closet.
Luckily, there’s a solution to all that, at least one that seems to work for me.