…and why I am grateful for it.
As my last two half-hearted posts have expressed, this winter has taken it’s toll on me as it has on a lot of people, I am sure. It has been a tough winter… even my tiny purse dog has gained weight (and she has nowhere to put it!).
However, I made no secret I do love snow and winter.
Today, after several very spring-like days, we got another winter storm. As I type, I am watching it come down heavily.
Many people have been complaining about it.
Well, I have some something to say about that complaining…
…and it may not be a popular consensus, but it will be a truthful one (from my perspective).
It really depresses my spirit to be around people (even written, such as social media) who would rather be negative than change their situation or find the good.
How easy it is to complain about something you can’t change (the weather), how hard it is to find joy anyway (and maybe just be a pleasant person).
I am really befuddled by how people my age (firmly “middle”) are acting like this particular winter is SO out of the norm for this area, just because we had a few mild ones prior to this one. I distinctly remember going to church on a snowy Palm Sunday or three as a child.
I spent the afternoon in a cafe in this more northern city I happily find myself in today with a bunch of other people, not complaining about the snow. Why? Because snow, even after a warm period, even in near mid-March, happens when you are north of the 37th parallel in North America. It IS still winter and it isn’t a shock. If it IS a shock, perhaps it is time to rent a moving truck, one way.