The Madness of Winter

I forgot how much I hate this time of year. I've got nothing lately. Consumed with panic and self-doubt. I feel like a social and creative retard and it's driving me crazy. Not a fun person to be around. MC said it's because I'm in transition, that I'll find my groove when I settle. I know that he's right, but as I go through this - whatever this is - I'm not so sure.

Can a thirty-six-year-old man even blame a season? Does he have the right to do that? Or is it just a very convenient excuse, a way of convincing himself it's not him, but rather the weather.

C'mon. I've been here before... many many times. It's me. I know it's me. Momentarily cold and grey, like winter. But like winter, it will pass.