Here's something I never thought I'd say: there is such a thing as too much sun.
Now, I know that the rest of the country has been buried under ten thousand feet of snow for most of the winter and has been jealously drooling over my pictures of frolicking in the California endless summer so apologies if this comes off as ungrateful. But read on - I think you'll find that I have a valid point.
Sometimes I feel like the sun speaks in all capital letters.
When I wake up, it's as though the sun is shouting, "HEY GOOD MORNING LET'S GO OUT AND PLAY WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TODAY HUH MAKE IT A GOOD DAY IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE YIPEEEEE!"
Then, when I want to take a nap in the afternoon, or curl up with a book, or stay inside and watch a movie, the sun finds me and yells, "HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU SHOULD BE OUTSIDE DOING LOTS OF ACTIVE THINGS COME ON GET OFF YOUR BUTT YOU LIVE IN AN AMAZING PLACE FULL OF SUNSHINE DON'T YOU APPRECIATE IT LET'S GOOOOOOO!"
And like a bedraggled mother responding to her child's boundless energy, I sigh, "Ok. Ok fine. Let me just put my shoes on."
Yes of course I love the sunshine. It's one of the main reasons I elected to stay in Santa Cruz after my year-long journey around the country. But sometimes I just need a break, you know? When I'm in a gloomy mood, I want the weather to match it. I can't adequately throw a pity party for myself without some dark clouds to match. Sheesh.
And how am I supposed to get any writing done when the sun is constantly beckoning me, distracting me to go play and throw off all responsibility? Now I understand why so many writers live in New York.
But this month, central California finally broke its drought. We got four straight days of rain last week, and it felt like the entire central coast breathed a collective sigh of relief. I heard NO ONE complain about it. Everywhere I went, I heard, "Don't you just love this rain?" (Not how east-coasters respond to rain, if I remember correctly.)
So I realize now that while sunshine is amazing, diversity is better. A balanced life needs a little sun AND a little rain. Yes, I mean that metaphorically as well.
I got a lot of reading and writing done during our "storm," and I ventured out to do one of my favorite things: rain hike. The mist and delicate drops turn the redwood forests into a mystical, magical fairyland of wonder. I half expected a unicorn or centaur to come around the corner.
I'm sure the sun will return any moment now. But in the meantime, bring on the rain.
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Hello! I'm Melanie Munir, founder of Professional Wild Woman - a women's empowerment business dedicated to helping women who are tired of feeling either "too much" or "not enough" to connect to their inner wildness so they can create work that allows them the fullest expression of their unique voice. Welcome!