Today’s blog begins in a rather pretentious manner: I whip out a latin phrase and feel all smug and clever about myself (I know you are a tiny bit impressed).
‘Sol orietur’- the sun will rise
Other than dazzling you with my latin, I thought this phrase particularly apt for this time of year.
Picture the scene:
It is February and that smudgy, grey, damp kind of weather which is quintessentially English. Everything feels like its going tits up:work is never ending, your shoes are constantly soggy and you cant remember the last time you left the house without your thermal tights.
You just dropped your book in a puddle and now you’ve trodden in a dog poo. You have stopped saying ‘this is the last straw’ because there is already a flipping haystack.
*big sigh*
But alas! From behind the cloud an unfamiliar yellow globe appears. Warmth, light and, dare I say it, hope? You can feel that bitchy comment you were about to make evaporating into the air, a new optimistic personality defrosting.
It’s at this point in the year, when there’s that first nice sunny, ‘springy’ day, that I start feeling that everything is going to be ok again. I start smiling at strangers and enthusiastically whistling songs by Tom Jones for no reason at all.
But I forget all about this day every year.
I forget because, in the depths of winter, it feels like it will never not be winter and that eternal sog and grey are inevitable.
But it always arrives- no matter how soggy and grey the winter has been.
It is easy to feel good when that day does come and the sun warms your back. You feel like it never left.
But it is not easy to trust in that day before it comes because you do not know how many more soggy days you have to face.
So whatever you are doing, whatever you are working on or struggling through, just remind yourself that that day is on its way. Keep doing what you are doing, keep going. The good will come, the hard work will pay off- you just have not seen it yet.
The Frazzled English Woman 