On the Sunnier Side of the Street

I never gave too much thought to the concept of Daylight Savings Time except to say that I loved the "falling back" and having more sleep time, but never enjoyed the "springing ahead" and losing an hour of zzzz's. Beyond that, however, it's never been a huge grumble or adjustment for me. In fact, I've never really experienced too much rantage from others about it, beyond the one day that you lose that hour of sleep, until a couple of years ago. Was I never paying attention to the rantage, or was it really never much of an issue to others, until now?

I can talk about this with emotions in check, surprisingly, but three years ago, I experienced the most difficult adjustment to Daylight Savings Time that I'll ever expect to experience. And it wasn't my own adjusting that was causing issue. It was Mom's. You see, in March of 2007, Mom revealed to me her downward emotional spiral, and from there, the rest is an unforgettable history. Mom projected the majority of her anxiety and depression escalation to DST. Whether or not it played any deeper role in her situation, I'll never know.

On the flip side, I absolutely LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the switch! Strange, isn't it? Especially after such a life-changing time in my life? Though I'm still having trouble getting myself set for being sleepy at bedtime, I'm more than happy to be up and smiling at the next day, when it arrives.  Ahhh, God heals, indeed.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to change anyone's mind about DST. Not in the least. I just find it so very interesting that I'm seemingly one of the few--OK, along with my husband--who doesn't mind the switch. On that note, as I look outside our office window, in the cozy comfort of my home, I can see a beautiful blue sky coming my way. And it's only 7:34 a.m. What's not to love?
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