I've been contemplating this website and found meaning in the Robin.
The name of this site was originally just a working name. It had to be called something, and by heck, I sat down to make a website and by golly, it was done! So the name was a lark, something to be changed when I thought of something more meaningful.
Turns out 'getting it done' stands at the core of my philosophy.
Depression is living in the past. When you are mired in the past, you haven't any energy left to use for today. Anxiety is living in the future. Fear of what might happen overwhelms what is actually happening. You can't DO anything about the future or the past. Happiness is living in the present. I am over simplifying, of course, anything to satisfy the Captain Obvious in me. Point of the matter is, when it comes to accomplishing things, the only time is the present.
I am no stranger to depression, although it may not seem like it when you read my posts. This is my forum to celebrate Today, so I don't write about my own trudges through the unchanging past or my panicked flights of fantasy of my worst fears. Back in the Winter of 2013, I listened to my husband insist that the only way we were going to live happily ever after is if I quit working for money.
So by May, I did. I put my energy towards re-positioning storage, especially in The Snug. Spring, Summer and Fall finds me outside naturally. I gardened to my heart's delight and with Gramma's blessing. The Snug slowly became living space outside.
As Winter approached, one of my Monsters nagged me. Seasonal Depression. Dread, anxiety, fear of the future. My depression makes me feel helpless. The only thing that got out me out of bed was work, but the drive to work was fraught with white-knuckled fear at every hill. Making this blog was the first weapon in my arsonal against the Winter Monster. Another weapon was the Haiku, believe it or not.
Winter was going to be busy, no undertone of fear or darkness.
The Harbinger, the end of a great event, the best winter of my memory. On to Spring, the season I deliberately kept out of my Haiku. Spring is automatic salvation for me.