Short of few hours of sunlight this past week, it's been rainy and dreary here in NYC. It's been one of those weeks where it's tougher than it should be you just want to burn it all down. It's also Seasonal Affective Disorder season so I'm trying to keep everything in perspective.
It's absolutely easy to slide into a depression around this time of year. Work tends to be slow and it seems like you're the only one not working. I had two solid weeks of work last month, I'm neck deep in post-work on a project, and I've got some decent invoices yet to be paid, but my goldfish-like memory tends to make me feel like I'm the only one not working, I'll never be good enough, and I'm somehow dooming my family to poverty.
Going out for a run has always been helpful, but the combination of family and work schedules plus New York City's seemingly constant rain has made any additional outdoor physical effort all but impossible. Still, I've been running more this year compared to last, so I'm all about what I'd consider a positive trend.
On a brighter note, my wife had a birthday this past week and she still likes me. Plus I snagged some pics of her with our little one giving me the side-eye while the older kid and I were waiting in line for pickle samples at the Park Slope Farmers Market. Let's be honest: life's not that bad at the moment.
