I was once quite romantic
When winter weeks and months pass without any sunshine, our bodies and minds enter a kind of hibernation that makes motivation hard to come by.
I’m lucky enough to have never suffered from chronic depression, but it does sneak up on me from time to time.
There is something very romantic and almost intoxicating about the life of a “rolling stone”. Drifting from town to town or sea to sea and maybe every so often performing random good deeds for strangers à la Amélie or the Lone Ranger…
So this year I’m committing to get into more trouble, because if it’s coming anyways, I’d like to have a say as to which kind of shenanigans I’m going to be in.
I recently heard a preacher say he didn’t want to “get in touch with” his feminine side. “I don’t have a feminine side! I’m a man!” I really have no idea what he was talking about.