Blaming it on the weather

I'm blaming it on the weather. Note the date of my last post: Groundhog Day. Nearly six weeks ago (I've been counting). During that time, it has continued to be cold and icky and windy, and....really, what's up with that? I LIKE winter in Florida. I LIKE being able to open my windows and turn off the heat and air conditioning both. I do NOT like two solid months of what we've had for the past two solid months.

It's thrown me off balance, off track. Which feels like an excuse, and not a good one. The last time I felt this knocked off balance (by the weather, at least), it was the fall of 2004. You know, after three hurricanes in six weeks.

So Saturday night, driving to an event where I was doing tarot readings, I was talking to myself in the car (out loud, which is the only way that counts...just thinking a conversation isn't the same thing): I refuse to be defeated by the weather. Not sure that matters, now that it's finally starting to warm up. But more than that, I've decided to take my own advice. In my creativity workshop, I tell people: when you can't be creative—when it just isn't flowing—do it anyway. (Whatever 'it' happens to be.) Even if you can only do a little—since I'm generally talking to writers, the advice is to write 100 words a day. Because the doing will bring about the creativity and spark to do. So it might be a week of 'random bits of wisdom,' but I'll blog. I went to the farmers' market Saturday, in defiance of my (overscheduled) calendar. Went for a hour-long walk yesterday (my intention is to walk for an hour each day—I did it on a treadmill at the gym, I ought to be able to find the time to do it without the drive!). And I opened myself up to some random intersections of truth (more on that issue another time) to propel me along the path. Whatever the weather.