I complain a lot about the cold.
“Que freaking frio,” I say, clinching.
My husband usually responds with “It’s not cold.”
And I usually respond with “But I am from Miami!”
And I clinch some more.
I complain all Fall and Winter, or whenever the mercury is below 75 or so.
As I write this it is 22-degrees outside and it is snowing. It is beautiful. The hills and valleys are white, the landscape in my little woods, serene.
During the last few days of snowfall, the realization has come that I really need to get over it and embrace the season. I am no longer willing to accept seeing the beauty from behind the window.
You see, I now get how my angst and dislike of the cold sucks my energy, limits possibilities. I spend too much time complaining. I realized while walking the dog in the cold and dark the other night, that my entire body was tight, resisting, and well, in my head, I was cursing. Energy suck.
Worse, I am not the one who goes out to enjoy the snow with my daughter. My husband always goes. And that is sad. At least for me.
So, in the effort to push myself forward…and shut up a bit…I have been bundling myself up in the most unglamorous of ways and going for walks outside, despite temperatures in the 20s and 30s.
Yesterday, I went for a walk in the snowy woods you see above and I looked for animal prints in the snow, listened to the crunch under my feet, watched a Pileated woodpecker have at it in a tree above me.
It was — dare I say it — enchanting! And I survived! (I also said my gratitude aloud for frumpy fleece and lined man-ish boots.)
This is another opportunity for growth, this disdain I have for cold. Another opportunity to push forward and past something that holds me back a bit.
For sure, I never will be a snow bunny and there is zero desire to go on a ski vacation, so don’t ask me. But today, I am taking the first steps toward warming up to the cold, and having one less thing to complain about.
Y tu? What ridiculous thing sucks your energy?
What in your life are you trying to embrace?