This one goes out to all the people that have braved the cold at my house with me for the past 10 years. To all the ones who know to bring a winter jacket to wear inside my house to watch the game, or a movie. To anyone that dared to brave a sleepover knowing full well that to stay alive you would need to sleep in full garb. This goes out to you!
You know it's getting cold when I start giving myself pep talks. Pep talks to get out of bed. "It won't be THAT cold getting out from underneath these blankets!" Pep talks before I get dressed. "Time to set another world record! Just set your clothes out and change as fast as humanly possible." Pep talks to get out of the shower. "Let's be honest. No one wants to get out of a warm shower no matter how cold it is! So just run to the hair dryer and turn it on and immediately point at your body for warmth." Pep talks to walk to my car. "Haul ass girl! The heated seats feel nice once they kick in, right? That is, if you make it there before you freeze to death! Muah ah ah!" Maybe this will help you understand my struggle a little better. My bathroom and bedroom don't get heat! These two rooms are the only ones in my house where I, a happy summer baby who's allergic to the cold, get to spend my winters. Oh there's a perfect little vent in my bedroom which SHOULD disperse heat, but that thing is a fraud I tell you! I figure whoever prior owned my home realized my bedroom was forever doomed an icy dungeon, and I guess when they decided to add on a bathroom, they didn't even bother to put in a vent for show there. So while most people are telling themselves to think happy thoughts, I'm telling myself to think warm thoughts cuz you can't think ANY thoughts if you die of frostbite! To put it lightly, I hate being cold.
The worst part of this whole weather changeover is that though my body gets the memo immediately, it usually takes my stubborn brain to give up and fully accept that the summer is no longer coming back, about mid way through the winter season. At the first sign of 60 degrees my body immediately reacts like I'm going into anaphylactic shock and goes into shutdown mode, while my brain convinces me that it's just a cold front and there's still time to get in a beach day and that flip flops and shorts would be a good choice! Usually around December my brain loses the battle and I start remembering how to dress properly for the cold and every year it's like a new discovery of the same thing. "Oh! So wearing gloves and boots really does make a difference! Layers for warmth! Who knew!?! Hoodies aren't proper winter attire by themselves, but they make these bulky things called winter coats you can wear on top of them to stay warm! What a concept!" Now if only I could get my brain and feelings on the same page before this winter season officially hits...but isn't that always the problem? The battle between feelings and thoughts. I'll save that discussion for another post though.
So here's to the winter, and all that it brings, snuggles and snowmen and no leaves on the trees.
To the thought of summer, I bid you adieu. Though it might seem dark now, there's still promise of new.
So hold tight to your jackets and though you dread every step, as sure as the sun, this season will set.
And before you know it, the time will soon come, where the light again outweighs the darkness, and the battle is won!
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