Today I woke up from a 3-day slumber in the grips of a wicked, feverish flu and the world outside is changed. I walked out into the snow barefoot this morning, just because I could.
Instead of aching over winter, I want to embrace it this year as the humbling months; the season of sweaters and snuggles; a hibernation into good books, hot chocolate and sherpa throws; hearts softened by yuletide; and an invitation to reflect on the inevitable spring.
When things are always the same, we lose appreciation for them. Change invites us to take stock in what we truly value in the things we have, and to be open to the gift of new things — people, ideas, experiences and adventures — so today I am happy for the snow.