There Is A Season, Turn, Turn, Turn

There Is A Season, Turn, Turn, Turn
Whenever a new season approaches, I find great difficulty trying to adjust. I dread winter cold, hate the crispness of fall, despise the heat of summer, and have to tolerate the rains of spring. But, it goes beyond that. I tend to find my mood significantly changing when one season ends and another one begins, kind of like now. As fall settles in, so does my depression. It’s like fall is the Sunday night of the year! However hard you try you can’t get past the thought of work (winter) tomorrow. I don’t share the excitement to go pumpkin picking and decorate my house, in fact, I don’t even like preparing for a new snowfall each winter. When summer comes, is it really time to go to the beach? What’s wrong with staying in the A.C.? Approaching seasons only mean that there’s more pressure to follow along with society and its annoying habits and norms. I would much rather do nothing and not feel guilty for it. Why can’t my life just remain the same as the seasons change? Hint: Because they cannot then make money out of you. Have you noticed that Christmas starts in August these days. Sorry pet peeve. Why does seasonal depression have to flare up just because everyone else is singing Christmas carols while you’re binge watching Netflix? So thank you cruel world but this young lady is not for turning !! (Pun intended).