I've said in the past that I hate winter. ["http://confessionbyainsertidentityhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-out-with-bang.html" ]
I've changed my mind about it. It feels right to me. The cold and the snow fit me. And, like Calvin's dad, weather like this lets me know I'm alive. Up until the last week or so we've had mild weather, but since then we've had snow fall in our area almost every day. Interestingly enough, it's been only really in the last week that I've been out and about more, requiring me to contend with driving in the snow. Gotta say I love 4-wheel drive; I don't know how else I could have gone through all that driving.
A more accurate way of me expressing my true feelings about winter is "I'm used to it." Every fall, cold air shocks me because I've been used to warm air. So, contending with my first 40-degree day sometime in October makes me uncomfortable, but having my first 40-degree day in February or March feels balmy. There's a degree of relativity to it.
Likewise, where I am in life is I have chosen certain priorities at the expense of others, and I've let that not only shape my friendships but determine my friends and my activities. How I spend my time and who I spend it with is vastly different from what it was a year ago. The "winter" theme fits in perfectly here because I feel I've been mostly downsizing. I don't like how I've been trying to socialize since around age 15 (and probably before then, too), and in order to grow up I need to make some tough changes. In some ways I am rather sad at it, but I am also beginning to see what is good for me in the long run.
Like with winter, I need to live in a way that lets me know I'm alive. It's not about me, and yet it is about me. Get it?
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