This is that time of the year when everything outside starts to feel icky. Whether it’s another snow/ice storm (or something called graupel that a certain wimp in Santa Monica, Cali-fucking-fornia was bemoaning because it wasn’t 75 degrees outside), the weather is turning on its rollercoaster-like menace, zigging when we want to zag and vice versa. It’s also the time of the year when the streets turn to absolute crap, filled with treacherous potholes that are always bigger than they seem, and caked in dirt and salt and grime that will then cement itself to your car before you even get it home from the carwash.
My apologies – this hasn’t been the calming Sunday morning post I wanted it to be, but winter is a necessary reminder that life isn’t all sunshine and lollipops. The sooner we realize that the sooner we can get on with it. The initial bitterness that began this blog is being tempered as I look outside at the snow gently falling. It’s not at all unpretty. It gives pause to the day, presents the helpful conundrum of determining whether what I had planned is truly necessary. Do I need another shopping trip to Homegoods? Isn’t our home already good enough? When I think in those terms, ‘good enough’ becomes the new goal. I am finding comfort in that, great comfort, and such a reframing is a wonderful thing, especially at the end of winter.
Despite this dip in temperatures, and winter’s reassurance that it isn’t quite ready to budge, my heart remains hopeful, and my thoughts will indulge in the coming of spring. February is almost done… the pavement is coming, dirty or not, and the snow will go. It’s all happening.
