Living in a northern clime means that the seasonal change in the number of daylight hours is significant. This has bothered me ever since we moved to Adventure City (now 10 1/2 years ago -- isn't that crazy?), and it has meant that I've slid into gloom every fall. I have friends who love the fall colors, which are of course beautiful, but to me they always signalled "The dark is coming."
This year I have tried something new: I decided that I wasn't going to complain about it. You know that joke by Charles Dudley Warner (commonly misattributed to Mark Twain), "Everyone complains about the weather but nobody does anything about it?" Maybe that finally sank in. I'd been groaning about the shorter days for ten years, but it's not like that groaning actually changed anything. So I decided not to groan about it this year.
And I will say that it's been an easier winter! Perhaps this is just more proof of the venting fallacy. Complaining about the dark probably made me more aware of the dark, which then bummed me out all the more.
Of course, it also could be that, in the wake of the disastrous election, there are so many bigger things to worry about than lack of daylight. It's also been helpful, I think, that I have an unusually busy January on my hands, which means that I haven't had the time to sit around thinking about the dark.
Whatever the reason, I'm grateful not to be sunk into my typical January gloom. And I'm definitely going to hold onto the "no complaining about the light" practice next fall.