The cold is not cool. I have even gone so far as to say I hate the cold. I’m just naturally a cold person; even when I’m warm, my hands and feet are usually cold. I’d take a hot over cold in any circumstance.
Enter the coldest winter we’ve had in (what feels like) my entire life, my increased awareness that I’m much more sensitive to cold than I was last year, and the fact that I’m a business owner and well, “snow days” don’t exist when I’m the only one who should risk driving to open the tea shop that will, ahhh, sweet salvation, warm others in a snow storm. I’m sincerely glad I can offer this but man, do I wish the snow would just pick another place to torment.
If I could migrate south for the winter I totally would.
Finding time to reflect on my disdain for winter isn’t hard when all I want to do is stay in doors. Then I realize: do I really want to gain 10lbs just because it’s winter and running is impossible (is there a word that describes ‘further from impossible’)? Do I want to let winter win and steal 4 months of real LIVING from me? HECK NO! I’ve already wasted more energy than I’m proud to admit whining about a subject I have little control over (okay, I actually have no control over).
I throw on my gear, go outside and took two steps from the comforts of my warm home…and it happened. I took a deep breath in and it cooled my insides. I felt it in my lungs, I felt it in my heat, maybe even my stomach. Even with my slight preference for warmth, it was neat to feel such a sensation throughout my thoracic cavity, and somehow, I don’t feel as cold on the outside. The very next thought was of gratitude – thank goodness I have this breath to enjoy. And that warmed me more. I began walking down the street, taking in the winter night. Thank you, Universe, you gave me a crystal clear night to journey into my breath on. Cue the shooting star. Soon I realized I had been walking for several blocks with no agenda other than breathing and feeling.
No surprise next, I began to warm a bit more because I was moving and taking deep breaths. And thinking. A lot of thinking. Some would argue it was the distraction. I say it was me actually leaning into winter. I armed myself with a little perspective and suddenly I felt differently. Granted, my mind does still appreciate just how cold it is and tells my body to recoil a bit but just in time for it to also send good warm thoughts to homeless people and animals… but I realize, this reaction is far from the complaining that was so easy to do. And even in the most uninviting conditions, I’m greeting winter a little differently now.
My partner used to love the cold – loved to sled, pick up snowballs with his bare hands, go for hikes on snow covered hills. Now that he’s older (and a few pounds lighter), he regularly joins in commiserating with me about how darn cold it is. Just this week I was able to help his perspective a bit by reminding him that winter can actually be a beautiful thing. I asked what he loves to do when it’s nice outside. He said walk around Old Town. I grabbed my coat and said ‘Let’s go.’ And a walk in the 20 degree nighttime temperature is what we did and while it wasn’t as exhilarating as it has been when the weather is prime, it was exactly what he needed to have himself a nice time with our 4th favorite season.