I think everyone`s reached that point. We`re fed up of winter, of mud, of dark mornings, of heavy rugs, of chilly limbs. I could go on.
Today was a bit of a struggle for me, I will admit. I had a day of chilling inside, beta reading a book for a friend (more on that in the next couple of weeks), with copious amounts of tea and toast, so I wasn`t ready to face the great outdoors again (given another twenty four hours inside and I`d be frantically scouring for an excuse to leave the house).
Monday`s are a difficult day anyway for me, because when I was employed I always had Sundays and Mondays off, so I often still struggle to motivate myself on a Monday. Usually it`s my quietest day though, so I get back into the swing of working slowly.
I`m a bit fed up of getting to the yard in the dark, however beautiful the sunrise is, and of riding Otis in the half light, unable to hack, and then racing against the clock to do all my other jobs before night draws in. I have noticed it is getting lighter in the evenings though, minute by minute, the sun seems to hang around for longer. It is at these times I wish I could take photos because the sky is stunning.
Anyway, I tried to get into my groove by jumping Otis, something I haven`t done for six weeks, and I did quite enjoy myself teaching the BFG and then schooling a couple of mares before going for a hack with another little mare. We even had a jump through the woods, so it was a great morning`s work.
I did see a livery en route to the tack room, and she voiced my feelings from this morning. It`s not that we don`t enjoy being with the horses and looking after them, but sometimes in winter it is an uphill struggle.
Which made me think.
Approaching the winter solstice everyone`s mind is on Christmas, New Year, festivities and the such. We barely notice the cloak of darkness as it descends. But January and February must be the hardest months because there is nothing to take our minds away from getting up in the dark and the mud. As February ends the snowdrops and daffodils remind us that spring is coming, and the sneaky after work hack boosts morale, so everyone cheers up and gets a new lease of life.
What should we call this dark period? Some people would say it is S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder), but lets not get into psychology. Let`s just call it being Down in the Dumps. In winter. The wumps. Or the wimps. Or perhaps only the wimps get the wumps?
What do you think? Personally, I`m going to go with the wumps, and say that that is how I was feeling this morning. The only cure being a good jumping session followed by a fun hack, with perhaps a hot cup of tea and some hot cross buns to remind us that spring is on it`s way!