I try to live in the moment, appreciate the present, embrace the “no day but today” mentality, but sometimes, in the dead of winter, all I can think about is: IS IT SUMMER YET?! I am tired of being cold, wearing three zillion layers, having to constantly apply hand lotion, etc. I am oh-so ready for sunglasses, tank tops, capris, and flip-flops.
Up here in New England, we are supposed to get a crazy blizzard tomorrow, interestingly and amusingly named Nemo. Of course, this is what I think of every time I read or hear reference to this storm on the news:
Having a snow day would be all kinds of lovely, as there would be nothing greater on a Friday than to sleep in, stay in yoga pants all day, catch up on Bach episodes, and drink hot cocoa. Bonus points if Boyfriend is able to stay home too, although he claims he already knows what happens on The Bachelor. In his words: “He’ll pick one girl to do this really extreme outdoor activity, and they’ll talk about how if they can handle this together, they can handle anything, and then there will be some cocktail party at a mansion and everyone will get drunk, and then there will be roses given out and someone will go home.” Well. Spoilers indeed.
It’s been said that visualization is therapeutic, and that mentally placing yourself somewhere else can do wonders on your psyche. So, on a day like today, when I stupidly wore cropped pants with flats/no socks and my feet are freezing, I’ll just imagine that I’m here:
In order of appearance: The view from the deck in The Poconos, my favorite coffee shop in Cape Cod, and the beach house we stayed in last summer at the Outer Banks. Mentally, I’ll be at one of those three places today. Either drinking coffee or sangria.
However, all of that said, the flipside to this is the fact that time goes so fast, regardless of whether you want it to or not. This idea always makes me think of one of my all-time favorite books: Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld. There’s a scene in the book where the students are awoken in the middle of the night by a fire drill (everyone who ever lived in a college dorm totally relates right now.) In the book, Sittenfeld writes:
As the alarm blared, it was so cold and most people weren’t wearing coats. Some of the girls around me had started howling up towards the sky, like wolves. “Let us back inside,” Isolde Haberny cried to no one in particular, and Jean Kohlhepp said-she wasn’t crooning, she said it plainly-“I just want this to be over with.”
Now I think, Jean. Jean! You got your wish. The fire drill is finished, but so is everything else. Did we believe we could pick and choose what passed quickly? Today, even the boring parts, even when it was freezing outside and half the girls were barefoot- all of it was a long time ago.
I always think of this when I want something to be over quickly, or I want to speed up time and get to another month. We do not get to pick and choose what passes quickly.
So maybe, in addition to visualizing sunshine, beaches, and cocktails, it could be worthwhile to find the happiness in the cold, dark, and dreary months of winter. Because, whether we want it to or not, the months will fly by and summer will be here before we know it.
And if that doesn’t work, there’s always pictures of Boo the puppy:
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