I don’t know what’s going on, but I am not hating winter, or the snow this year.
It seems like everywhere I turn, people are wishing winter away, but for whatever reason, I am actually enjoying it.
Maybe it’s because at this point in my life, winter is the slowest time of year for me, and I actually have more time to simply be, to relax, to read. And time is what I am craving more of these days. Especially time that is my own to spend as I choose.
Or maybe its because as I get closer to …ahem… menopause, my crazy hormones seem to be keeping me pretty warm (quite often a little too warm). But that’s a story for a different day…
Maybe it’s because I’m trying to be more conscious of living in the moment… and wishing the rest of winter away seems like the wrong thing to do. It feels better to embrace it, find what is good about it:
- smartwool socks
- big giant snow globe flakes
- sitting in front of the fire with a great book or
a giant stack of magazines
- pretty winter scarves
- watching my dog play king of the mountain (snowdrift)
- footprints in a field of snow
- sugar coating on tree branches
- running in a quiet-falling-straight-down snow
- starting seeds in my basement
- homemade soup and crusty bread
Maybe it’s because as I get closer to 50 I realize that I am entering the autumn of my life (it’s okay, fall is my favorite season!) and I know that winter will come next… so I better figure out how to enjoy it now.
Or maybe the fact that I am not hating winter is a sign that I’ve lost my mind just a little bit. But I think what I’ve found is much better: A little pocket of time in another year that promises to be just as busy as the last (if not busier). A moment, if you will, to slow down, relax, recharge.
I know that soon it will be spring, and I will be so glad to feel the sun on my face, smell the flowers in my garden, run in one layer instead of three…but for now, I am happy, I am content to sit here by the fire and enjoy this warmth, this moment, this cold and snowy day.
Call me crazy…but right now I think winter is pretty, pretty good.