I think everyone has that one season where they have to look a little harder to find joy. For me, that season is winter. Short, dark days – yuck. Cold, wet weather – yuck. Layers of clothes on again and off again every time you need to walk the dog around the block – yuck. No stone fruits or locally grown berries at the grocery store – yuck, yuck yuck.
But after thirteen years living in Lutruwita/Tasmania, one thing I have learned is that there’s no point fighting the winter. All you can do is lean into it, be patient, and take pleasure where you can.
(Three decades living in Scotland before I moved here was good training indeed.)
This season’s blog post reflects that attitude, I think. There are no exciting or adventurous joys in this list – it’s more of a survival guide – but perhaps that is the whole point of this writing exercise. To look harder, and to appreciate ever-smaller and simpler things.
We made it, friends. Another winter done. And now onwards, to glorious, generous, beautiful spring.
I turn forty later this month, and since the start of the year I’ve been turning thoughts about that over in my head, trying to come up with a funny, perceptive blog post about what it means to hit this milestone age.
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