It's cold. Not just "Hey put on a jacket" cold, but "run to the car before your nose freezes and shatters" cold. Every Winter I re-evaluate why I live in the Northeast. I'm not a cold weather person. Snow is pretty, but the pretty lasts about 5 minutes after it stops. Then the snow shovels, plows, snow blowers, salt trucks, etc come out and it's just a hassle.
Maybe it's a reminder to the world to slow down. Drive slower, appreciate life. Whatever. I slow down to almost not moving at all. In fact, I stay in bed for waaay too long. I lounge around under blankets on my couch when I'm awake b/c frankly, it's too darn cold to move.
I'm a really good summer person. Productive, fun, happy. Stands to reason I should live somewhere "summery" almost year round. But I don't. This is where I was born, where we moved back to live and be surrounded by family. Where I got tired of running and put down roots to try and keep myself in one place. Where I have no backed myself into a financial and practical place, so even if I wanted to run "warm", I can't.
So, I'll snuggle into my blankets. Enjoy the down time with the urchins. Go with the slower pace of my life in the winter being unproductive and borderline hibernating. Stay warm, my friends.
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