When I think about last winter, I start to shudder, shake my head and I am pretty sure my eyes get a faraway glazed look.
I was not a fan of last winter. Jonathan rolls his eyes at me because we were actually out of the country for all of January and February.
All I remember is coming back home to Canada and days on end of greyness, snow, rain, slow business and slush.
I think I was depressed, really and truly. Which is interesting because in general I'd say I'm an eternal optimist and walk with a lot of hope. But when I remember last winter, my heart chants, "I can't do that again, I can't do that again."
My parents did a great job of raising me and that school of hard knocks has taught me heaps about perseverance and patience. But nothing in my life has prepared me for this Thing called The Canadian Winter.
I've spent the last few months gearing up for the pending winter season, especially since we are here for most of it.
So this is the new me-embracing winter and the long months of cold. I'm layering up on the outside and keeping my spirits up on the inside.
I tell myself sternly, this winter and all coming after it will be wonderful.
I don't know if it will ever replace fall as my favorite season, but I'll choose to love it for its own merits.
In the fall I only need to wear one sweater at a time. In the winter, I get to wear 3! In the fall, I just need a normal-sized hot drink to warm both my hands and my soul. In the winter, I allow myself an unlimited supply of anything hot and lovely. In the fall, the masses can see my figure; in the winter, no one can tell what I look like under my 4-6 layers-self control can be a thing of the past. It's 9:30 and I'm already on my second breakfast.
So hello blustery Canadian day; it's lovely to see you. I shall admire you all the day long from my vantage point on the couch where I am editing the day away.