It's a comin'.
the winter sads
OK, I wouldn't say "sad" myself. But I think most people understand it to be a seasonal depression. That lingering gloomy blanket. The past two years I've had these really wild summers where I've had energy! And executive function?!?! And an overall positive self-image. It's so wild. Last winter I thought to myself, "aww, shit, I guess it was only a fleeting thing. Goodbye forever." But I had a pretty great summer this year too!
For whatever reasons, be it the seasons, change in med dosage, or just the slowly cascading waves of mental health coinciding with the tilt of the planet, I'm determined to try and minimise this as much as I can. And you know what's worked for me so far? The "fuck you it's still summer" approach.
Gone is the gloomy sludge and doom metal, the contemplative melancholy of droney ambient, soundscapes and dreary chamber pop. As much as I've had cool experiences leaning in to the atmosphere and becoming one with the dirge in previous years, this time I say NO: we keep the summer jams f l o w i n g.
Loud, happy, energetic, warm, pumping music to lift the spirits and pierce through the grey. Major key riffs and beats as a buoy for my brain. Shit that goes hard.
I still have things going on that I am really keen to get through. I'm making good progress on my game still and not even far from it being content complete! But it's been real slow lately as other, smaller projects have captured my attention and I've dedicated more evenings to socialising, or just subsisting in the bath because world hard and cold, water soft and warm, or something.
My heart is always going to be open to cold, wintery riffs and gothy ponderings and I'm sure there's still going to be enough of that this winter too. But for the most part?