When I was younger, I loved the rain. I don’t just mean that I had a general appreciation for the weather, I mean that I was obsessed with rain and thunderstorms.
The first drop of rain would bring a rush of joy into my heart.
The pitter-pat sound of rain on my window would somehow make me feel calm and energized all at once.
I loved to go out and jump in puddles and play in the rain. I never minded getting wet.
I would happily go for a walk in the rain, just to feel the raindrops hitting my face.
I even remember reading Twilight for the first time and thinking that Forks, Washington sounded like the most wonderful place to live, because it was cloudy and rainy all the time.
But somehow… Something changed.
I’m not sure how or when this happened, but the weather has begun to affect my mood. On gray and cloudy days, I feel gray and cloudy inside. On bright sunny days, I feel bright and sunny.
I still enjoy a nice thunderstorm… as long as I’m enjoying it from inside. I love curling up with a good book and the sound of rain on my window.
But I’ve lost the spark.
I’ve lost the true appreciation and enjoyment of a good rain. I no longer look forward to feeling the rain on my face. In fact, I dread having to go outside while it’s raining.
And most unfortunately, when the day is gray, so is my mood.
Cloudy days now affect my motivation something terrible.
I’m currently in the midst of training for a race, so I had planned on getting up at a reasonable time this morning and going out for a seven-mile run.
But when I woke up this morning, it was raining. Since today is Saturday, I convinced myself that I could just go back to sleep for a while. I turned off my alarm.
I woke up an hour and a half later, still feeling like trash. I had planned on getting up early and going for a run, but even though the rain had stopped, the gray skies were still making me feel pretty lethargic. The fact that I had overslept and felt like I was wasting away my morning didn’t help in the slightest.
Slowly I managed to get myself up, get dressed, eat something, and drive myself out to my favorite running trail.
Once I got my butt in gear, I actually knocked out my seven miles with a pretty decent pace! I was feeling decently better… at least I had upgraded from feeling like trash to feeling like recycling.
But the day stayed gray.
I wish I could end this post with advice or motivation for those of you with whom my words resonate. I wish I could give you some tips guaranteed to knock you out of your rainy-day slump.
But if you’re in the same rainy-day slump that I’m stuck in right now, the best I can do is tell you that you’re not alone.
If you have any tips to share with me, I would love to hear them. Today I plan on trying to get some work done, but taking it easy on myself. I’ll take baby steps. I will not get frustrated with myself if I don’t get everything done.
Today is a day for me to practice self-love. To meet myself where I am, and not demand too much of myself.
We all need a self-love day every now and then.
Be Happy. Be Healthy.