Fall is my favorite season. As the temperatures cool and the leaves start to turn, my heart is happy. Pumpkin pie blizzards and high school football. Shorts and sweatshirts. Light jackets and hoodies. Halloween. It’s the best time of the year.
But this week I watched the last games of the season at Buell Stadium. I started planning for Thanksgiving. I drove through snow.
Winter is coming.
This year I am trying something new. Instead of complaining about the cold, I am working hard to embrace the new season. I bought a new hat. I broke out all of those tiny bottles of hand lotion as the air turns dry.
I read this week that if you choose not to enjoy the snow you will have less joy and the same amount of snow.
It’s a good point.
Winter is for curling up on the couch with a fire roaring binging Netflix. It’s for reading those books that have been piling up on the nightstand. It’s for going to bed early and taking naps.
If the sun is out for fewer hours, maybe we should be too. Maybe nature is telling us this is our time to rest and to recharge.
This year I am trying very hard to embrace the cold.
Time moves fast enough. There is no reason to wish away a single season.