Christmas? Easter? Birthday? Anniversary? No, the day the clocks go back! I just love that extra hour of sleep. I love the fact that for the next week, every morning I’ll feel as though I’ve slept in. I love the fact that from now on, I’ll be getting up in light instead of darkness (well, until the middle of winter, anyway).
This weekend always feels like a ‘bonus’ weekend: something for nothing; an extra treat; a time for optimism. Knowing that the week ahead is going to feel easier, I am inevitably relaxed on this weekend – whether I’m particularly unwell (depressed and anxious) or not.
This year, it seems especially auspicious that the clocks go back on the night of the day I first felt happy in a long time. Could I be about to turn a corner? Could I be granted a reprieve from the worst of my symptoms for a while? Wow (she said, getting waaaay ahead of herself) – could I even think about working again?
All these questions will be answered in time. For now, I’m just revelling in the fact that I feel great. Rested, optimistic, enthusiastic, and strong.
Thank you, daylight savings. You did not die in vain.