Have you ever heard of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)? I remember seeing a commercial about it once, peddling some sort of drug to treat the disorder, and I thought to myself ‘Who in their right mind hates winter?!’ One of the women I used to take yoga class from, used to tell me all about SAD, and how she really got depressed in the winter with the cold and rainy weather. I always found that so interesting, because I’m the complete opposite – give me scarves, rainboots, and an excuse for hot chocolate over sunshine and sweating anyway! I always joked around that I also had SAD – Sunshine Affective Disorder – so when I woke up expecting rain and saw sun this morning, the first words out of my mouth were of the 4-letter variety.
So, yes, first of all I am definitely living in the wrong place as someone who prefers cold and cloudy weather. The high desert of Southern California sees roughly 280 days of sun per year. Am I the only person who thinks that is just far too much sunshine? I mean don’t get me wrong, I like a nice sunny warm day every now and then. There’s something very soothing and comforting about the warmth of the suns rays warming the body. But, still, I prefer the alternative most of the time.
When you see a clear blue sky 280 days a year, it becomes dull and lifeless, lacking completely in character. So, the days where we get clouds are glorious and you’ll usually find me outside somewhere taking pictures to commemorate the special occasion. And rain? Well that’s a really special occasion down here. If I have the opportunity, I’ll always at least go stand in it for a minute or two just to feel the pitter patter of raindrops on my head. You’ll also find me running outside to do a few sun salutations in the rain – is it just me or is yoga just the best in the rain?
I had my weekend all planned. Get as much done on Saturday as possible, so that when the rain hits on Sunday, you can kick back with a mug of hot coffee and listen to the beautiful sound. I planned to coerce my husband into taking some fun yoga in the rain photos for me as well – even had a shot list written out! I already have a pot of my homemade bone broth on the stove, because who doesn’t love the smell of soup cooking on a rainy day, and bought the makings for a big pot of sauce as well. We were going to settle in and watch House of Cards and enjoy the excuse to stay inside huddled up under blankets.
But no. While I woke up at about 4am to the sound of rain, by the time I actually got out of bed at 730, the sun was already peeking through my window. I looked out the window to see blue sky slowly pushing its way through dissipating dark clouds. Insert 4-letter word here. So while my Sunday won’t be quite the day I was hoping it would be, I still made myself a hot latte and curled up in my papasan chair to do some writing. The view from my window in my yoga room at least is of clouds still, not quite as depressing as that icky blue sky.