For the past couple of days I’ve been browsing through my photo library looking for inspiration for a story. Anything.
… but I’ve been coming up with nothing. What do you do when the most creative thing you can come up with is … well, …. nothing?
I’m willing to acknowledge that February tends to be like that for me. It’s cold, winter has been dragging along, and the weather is often unpleasant for getting outside for some fresh inspiration.
In Canada, during the month of February, everyday life can feel like a heavy burden – literally. Gloves, scarfs, heavy coats and boots … and that’s just to put the garbage out. This week I had to put ice grippers on my boots to navigate the driveway to get the garbage cans to the street for pickup.
It’s enough to make even a hearty soul want to hibernate or pack up for warmer climes.
I regret I never learned to ski … or skate. It’s almost a sacrilege for a true-born Canadian to admit to. Perhaps if I had, winter wouldn’t feel so long.
Just before Christmas, I desperately wanted to get a pair of skates. For weeks it was all I could think about … but I knew that was just the broken collarbone speaking out of boredom.
So instead of embracing skating … and the likelihood of a new injury, I spin for endless kilometers on my bike in my basement, going nowhere.
… dreaming of spring.