I love the summer.
Golden rays of sunshine beating down on glorious 30+ degree days. The sparkling blue blankets lining the eastern coast of Australia. Standing outside on my driveway barefoot and shirtless on balmy Sydney nights, channelling the vibes of an unrepentant beach bum.
That’s pretty much my idea of heaven. But right now that particular reality is little more than a distant memory.
For as long as I can remember I’ve suffered from a terminal case of SAD (Seasonal affective disorder). And it seems I’m not the only one – SAD is an actual disease that affects anywhere from 1-10% of people around the world.
And what it basically means is that when winter rolls around, the entire midriff of the year typically becomes dismal, depressing and unproductive. And then I flee to South East Asia.
But unfortunately, since starting a service-based business and becoming responsible for a team, the word ‘exodus’ has been temporarily eliminated from my vocabulary; I’ve barely had time to sleep, let alone string up a hammock and a coconut on some barely-pronounceable island in the tropics.
However, in an unexpected and rather ironic twist, the very thing holding me hostage has quite possibly turned out to be the cure.
I can’t say for sure whether it’s the manic pace of start-up life, the incredible positive energy and enthusiasm bubbling inside the blue & orange walls of Jaden Social, or the simple fact that I no longer have to lug mountains of music equipment around from gig to gig in the pouring rain.
All I know is that last week I woke up at the crack of dawn to that dreaded roar of rain slapping into my window like machine-gun fire, shivering uncomfortably in my icebox of a bedroom… and I felt happy.
I actually felt happy.
Could this be the beginning of something special? A new chapter in life? A chapter in which woolly sheets, thick socks, and black skies no longer have the power to make me SAD?
I guess time will tell.