February Doldrums

To everything there is a season.  In my living experience, I've noticed that the seasons give rhythm to my life, and, I appreciate each season equally.

However, there is something about February that seems to bring about the doldrums.  A nautical term, "doldrums" is a sailing condition in which there is insufficient wind to fill the sails and thus propel the boat.  Each February, it seems as though the breeze that normally fills my sails dies off, and my very being is in irons.  

I know that it is just a phase in the cycle, and thank goodness the month is the shortest of the year, but it does seem a bit like an endurance test.

 

juan1966 juan1966
46-50, M
7 Responses Feb 16, 2009

Yes, indeed, Datura. Spring will certainly be something to celebrate when it starts to show its pretty face. We can all log in and celebrate its progress here on EP just as we did last year.<br />
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Thank you for the compliment.

I loved your last comment entry, Juan. You captured the very feel of February.<br><br />
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From reading all your stories it is abundantly clear that you appreciate all the good things, large and small, that life offers you. You count your blessings and have many times been an inspiration to me.<br><br />
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As you said, to everything there is a season. The time of February doldrums, to me, is just as important to recognize as the beautiful fall season that you love so much. It is a part of the cycle of our lives. It helps us appreciate the beautiful times even that much more. <br><br />
Great story.

Duchess,<BR><BR>I am focusing on getting that chin up, and putting my nose to the proverbial grindstone. Indeed I am blessed with work and a warm dry home and office in which to do it. <BR><BR>As stated previously, the seasons give rhythm to living, and the doldrums of February certainly play their part in the song of life. Concerning climate in my parts, we have left the brilliant sparkle of fresh winter behind, and have entered into a dingier sub-season. The winds still blow chill, snow and ice will continue to be a part of life for several weeks to come, and the grime from a long grinding winter accumulates and becomes more apparent. Surfaces retain a hard, sharp, coldness. The ice out on the great lake buckles, heaves and groans. Raptors and scavengers soar through gloomy skies or perch upon high gnarled branches in bare tree tops seeking out the sick, the vulnerable, and the dead on which to sustain themselves. The yipping of coyotes is heard in the dead of night waking us from fit-filled, congested slumber and provoking angry growls from the dog. <BR><BR>As if to mimic Mother Nature, culture and commerce lumber on, a bit unenthusiastically. We are in the meat of our routine, and days blend into weeks which seemingly gel into a singular blob. <BR><BR>Nonetheless, this is a time for earnest reflection of self, and astute awareness that the path at times becomes wearing. Perhaps in ages long forgotten, the Holy Romans recognized this portion of the cycle for what it is, and thus found it convenient to institute the season of Lent.

Sorry for the hard news Ladee!<br />
Business around here is in the doldrums as well. I'm thankful for each day I roll in to this office.<br />
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Regarding February, I'm trying to simply observe and not judge. Complaining is bad form.

Well, being Polish, I don't care one hoot for the holiday either. However, last year I got dragged out to the pub crawl by a crowd of British ex-pats. The experience confirmed my belief that when it comes to drinking in goofy excess, I am certainly and amature.

March Madness! My Spartans are chomping at the bit.<br />
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St. Patrick's Day -- my liver protests at the thought.

I think that is part of the problem. March is hardly a month to look forward to in these parts -- it seems to be more of the same -- dirty snow, chill damp winds, grey skies and lame holidays.<br />
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However, it is usually March when I first hear the call of the Red Wing, see that first crokus (sp?), and get my first good whiff of damp earth.