For years, I have railed against the cold. I would trudge out into the snow in a lightweight jacket and a skirt and wonder why I was freezing. With each passing day, I would kick and scream at the pain of the wind. I would fantasize about spring and summer. I would suffer.
Finally, I came to the realization that winter will come every year. Just like spring and summer, winter is part of life. Resistance is futile. It will return and I have two choices – suffer through or find a way to cope with it better.
So, I started stocking up on hot beverages. I bought a warm coat, more scarves and hats. I started lighting more candles. I planned more social outings. I did more yoga. I got a space heater. I looked it as an opportunity to journal and read more.
Gradually, each winter has felt a little bit better. Is it my favorite season? No, I still prefer the warmer months. But, it’s so much better. Did winter change? No – I did.
The seasons teach us so much about how to live. Spring teaches me hope. Summer teaches me to live life to the fullest. Fall teaches me to let ago. And winter – winter has taught me acceptance – and for that I am truly grateful.