It's always this time of year that a strange transition occurs within me. Towards the end of winter I kind of slip into a seemingly terminal funk. I think too much - often about things I can't change, and also about the negative. No, I don't think that I'm unusual in this regard. I think this sentiment is shared by most of us humans - at least those who can be open and honest about their feelings.
Because of this funk, I usually find it difficult to shift gears once spring comes. I know there are steelhead swimming upstream in the rivers near my cabin, yet I need some kind of motivation to get my "shit" together. It's like I'm stuck up to the axils and need to be pulled out of the mud.
Once that happens, I'm away to the races. Everything seems right with the world and there is an extra spring to my step.
I'm at that transition point right now. I'm up to my axils, but I feel like I'm getting my tires back on solid ground. I just need that extra pull. Perhaps what I need is to get out for an afternoon and toss a fly into some cold water.
Then all of a sudden I'll be getting my equipment ready, tying flies, sorting out my vest and picking up groceries for the cabin.
Once I'm at that little place I call "Scuttlebutt Lodge" with the wood floors, red-stained cedar siding, and the rotting deck that looks over Lake Superior; I'll sit in a plastic chair, maybe puff on a cigar and look at the point of Vert Island that tapers off into the water on the horizon. And I'll say "Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care" to those things that were bogging me down, and "Let the games begin!" to another swing through spring, summer and fall.
If you're in that rut I spoke of earlier, maybe me sharing this experience will help you get your groove back.
It just worked for me!
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