Melancholy...

Disappointment. Oh the disappointment of so many things. Of working somewhere which presented itself to be SO different than it actually is. Of not dancing properly anymore. Of going home to no-one, waking up alone, going to sleep alone. Of constantly worrying about things that probably don't even matter that much - but they do when you worry about them. It's rather a catch-22.

 

None of the above really matter in the grand scheme of things. Jobs can be changed, dance is all around you; and don't they say that if you can be truly happy within yourself, you can go anywhere, be anyone and do anything you want to do?

 

I blame the depressing Winter months. As much as I love the Winter for being able to curl up in the warmth of my house with a good book or a cup of hot chocolate while the temperature steadily drops outside, I don't like it for what it does to my mood. Depression slowly sinks in, you start to think about things that aren't actually that big a deal. Things, for some reason, feel a lot more bleak and seem a lot worse when it's cold outside, gets dark earlier and light later.

 

Methinks keeping yourself busy is probably the best way to avoid this feeling. Surround yourself with loved ones, and things soon start to seem brighter (excuse the pun) and less depressing. And soon you find yourself wondering what you were worrying about in the first place...