Ever since I was about 13 winters were generally a time of misery, isolation, and depression. Other than shortly living in Orlando, where it was warm, most of my winters have always been longer than the last. The end of each year was unimaginably more misserable and longer than the prior.

I got out of the navy 2 years ago and had no business model or skills and the like. Thus that winter sucked as much as the ones in the navy. Arbitrarily stressing over bullshit that doesn't matter. A waste, just like the navy nuclear power program.

Last year was profitable. Not tons of money, but profitable nonetheless. In that I got to pay off debts and focus on learning things that interest me. I still am somewhat isolated in real life, although I have a good number of strong connections on the web.

I also went to a couple conferences around last winter so that too helped break it up.

As you live longer you have more life to compare each unit of time agains. That combined with taking care of finance and business and meeting people at conferences and knowing a good number of people on the web made last year the shortest winter I can remember.

I still am fat and see little purpose in life, but winter is getting shorter, and that is a good sign. Next thing you know I might start eating vegetables. hehehe