Here in Los Angeles, we don’t have seasons the same way other parts of the country have seasons. But when I asked my ten-year-old son to name his favorite season, he told me it was spring. When I asked him why, he said, “Because it’s my birthday. And because it’s the best weather. Not too anything.”
I knew what he meant. Generally, spring is the “not-too-hot and not-too-cold” season. And my son’s birthday (which is the same day as my mom’s birthday) lands in the spring.
This year, though, was different. This year, my son turned 10! And while his birthday was a great spring day, there were plenty of dreary winter-like thoughts invading my mind. It prompted me to write “When Dismay About My Illness Keeps Me Stuck in a ‘Winter-Like’ Mindset” which you can read on The Mighty by clicking here. (And please don’t forget to share it on social media).