I’m feeling really optimistic. Usually at this time of year, I feel a sense of dread starting to creep into my soul, as the air gets chillier and the darkness arrives a little bit earlier every day.
I try to cheer myself up with thoughts of fairy lights and furry coats, woolly hats and winter walks, but when the clocks go back and the darkness arrives, its oversized suitcase of rain, cold and gloom packed for its five-month visit, the SAD sets in.
But this year, I won’t have to wake up before the sun even thinks about stirring.
I won’t have to travel to work in the dark, then sit in an office until it gets dark again.
I won’t have to walk the dog at 6.30am on icy January mornings.
I’m going to spend time outside when it’s light and work at home when it’s dark.
I’m going to work in cafes with my laptop, nursing giant mugs of herbal teas.
I’m going to take the dog to deserted beaches and mountains when most people are at work.
I’m abandoning a ‘career’ and a really good wage. I am choosing to be financially poor, but I’m also choosing freedom, flexibility, creativity, control – spiritually rich, I think they call it.
Eeek. I can’t wait.