With the shortening of days, I'm accustomed to going into lengthy depressions, which typically impact negatively on my writing, but I know that both of those things are self-fulfilling prophecies. My brain has a strong tendency to indulge in cyclical patterns. I guess it finds them reassuring (or it's just lazy). If my winter depression is just one of those patterns, I should be able to overcome it, right?
Recent conversations with an old friend have reminded me of a period in the past when I benefitted from meditation. I think it's time to try that again. If I could dull the echo of even a few of the nasty negative thoughts bouncing around in my skull, it would be really great. Maybe I can find a little peace and regain some focus.
