It’s easy to say:
I hate the cold.
I want summer.
I’ve done it. You’ve done it. It’s normal to feel a little frustrated – and definitely after – 20 feet of snow (hello, Boston last year). But instead of grumbling and being a bit of a winter grinch as I’ve seen many be (and I’m sure I’ve had my moments and am currently experiencing amnesia about it)…I’m trying to be more excited. Excited for the twinkly lights, the fun new clothes I haven’t worn since last year. Boot season – yes please. The first snowfall. The snowball fights (yes I love those). And huddling on the couch with a sweatshirt on, blanket tossed around, with an awesome mug of hot chocolate. Or wine. Or whiskey.
In the northeast, we are pretty lucky to enjoy four seasons. We are lucky to be able to appreciate the warmth, the leaves changing, the snow, and the flowers blooming. We get a piece of it all. It may get tiresome at times, but sometimes it’s pretty magical.
And it doesn’t hurt that every season feels like a fresh start.