Thank you, dear Universe. From freezing temperatures to the first steps of Spring. The birds sang their heart out on our daily morning walk with the little, wise, old dog. And life is rich in the garden and the yard.

It calls for a cup of fresh-brewed coffee outside, warm clothes, for the wind is still chilly. Perhaps tomorrow morning after the daily walk. It helps mentally to keep the change in mood at bay.

Oh yes, I´m changing from the fast lane to the slower, more restless, and quiet time of life. Thank you not, dear bipolar friend of mine. The anxiety, however, remains silent without even hissing at me as it usually does.

It is Springtime. I believe that my experiment with the bowl of salt and bay leaves has done its magick. I sigh in relief since I´m most certainly not a winter person at all. No, I´m a night owl, preferring anything but cold and painful winters.

This positive element calmed me down while I watched the news. The county next to mine now has the highest numbers, still counting as they climb and climb due to the British variant of Covid-19.

We are preparing for the worst-case scenario. From now on until better times, we will only shop local. We do it already, but now it is essential to be alert. It feels strange that so many still won´t listen and pay Mother Nature due respect.

People need to understand that the times are changing. There is no going back to an old “normal” anymore. The world has changed, and we humans have to adapt. It is that simple, yet it seems so difficult to grasp. Why ???

We need to look ourselves in the mirror and ask serious questions about our choice of lifestyle. Now. It will dawn on people eventually, but we haven´t seen the worst just yet. But stay calm and focused, Self, what really counts is life in the present moment.

In here, the world outside has no business whatsoever. Here, we create our own rules, here we take good care of each other, and here we have learned to love the everyday, where most days are lived anyway.

I might as well reveal that my novel project once again has to be postponed by 2 more weeks. It will therefore be April 1st, 2021 before I begin writing my novels. Yes, novels, for my plan is to write all three in a year.

I can see from my word counting that it is possible for me to write several thousand words every day for very long periods at a time. The prolonging of the writing process is due to necessary preparations.

So at the moment I´m studying six American states and need to read more detailed information about the main locations for the settings in my novels. It takes longer time than I expected. But I need to do it to be as authentic as possible.

Springtime equals renewed energy here. My sweet husband is currently working hard to paint our home in light, encouraging colors. And we have asked our fair landlord for new windows upstairs and downstairs.

My energy has lowered to a point where I fight back every inch of the way. I don´t have the time for being passive, depressive, and inclined to weep. I don´t have the energy to deal with past issues anymore. And I don´t like this side at all.

Therefore, I use every strategy available to control my bipolar disorder. I may have to force myself into the chair every day, but I end up sitting there nevertheless. It may take me longer, but the work gets done anyway.

By fighting back so focused on my novel project is a major help. I hope and pray that this period will be short, so I can return to the lighter, more inspirational, and creative side ASAP.

I have also found an online group with like-minded people with the same diagnosis in common. We help each other with support and advice that neither nor relatives or any professional can provide.

A language of our own, without all the usual filters, explanations, and translations of why a person with bipolar disorder behaves, thinks, and reacts as he or she does. It is so often a road full of misunderstandings, ignorance, and bias.

I have been asked to give talks about anxiety and bipolar disorder when better times are a reality, and I have accepted. It is something to be proud of, but it is a future project, as the times are pretty unsafe right now.

Springtime. The word alone tastes sweet, smells fresh, sounds cheerful, looks beautiful, and feels fantastic. I´m building up a lot of tension in my mind. Because I want my novel project to be worth following and enjoying to my readers.

May your weekend be absolutely fantastic, dear readers and followers. Welcome to new followers, nice to have you on board. And may the world come to its senses sooner rather than later. So it is.