It's the winter doldrums. All I want is to be back in California. This is not so much about weather, but about heart. Every winter here in Virginia, I think, "I'll figure out how to counter this depression, this anxiety, this loneliness." Every year it's the same. Which means, I'll pull out of it eventually (based on history). But do I want to have this experience every winter? Oy. It's a good thing I've set myself up with a daily practice (this year, the color pencil drawings), which is at least something that feels approachable and achievable. I don't like feeling like this...like I don't know where my life is going, like I've failed at...so much really.
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