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Happy First Day of Winter! Wait – what?

This may seem hard to believe, particularly in the northeast, but today is the first day of winter. Yey.  I apologize for my lack of excitement, but I have really grown to hate winter.

I have fond memories of winter as a kid. The typical snow memories mostly.  Climbing high piles of snow compacted by the plows, snow ball fights, snowmen.  What was special about where I grew up was where we went sledding.  In retrospect, I’m kind of creeped out by this, but back then, it was super cool.  We would go sleigh riding at the local cemetery.  There were these huge hills where there weren’t any graves that were amazing for sledding. Of course, if you got enough speed, you could easily slide over the road the separated the hill from a lineup of graves.  It’s amazing how far away you feel from death as a kid, far enough that even at the sight of graves, there is no fear.

As an adult, I have progressively started to hate the cold weather.  This year winter started early in New York and it’s been about ten degrees colder than usually.  I’m not one of those people who says I hate the winter when it’s gets too cold  and hates the summer when it gets too hot.  I really don’t like the feeling of being cold to the bone, or being worried about falling everywhere I walk.  And rightfully so.  Two winters ago I slipped on black ice and fell on my head and had some sort of minor concussion that left me spacey for three days.

The winter makes me not want to go out or do anything.  I guess it’s a classic case of seasonal depression.  So in an effort to fight this desire to escape to a tropical island, I try to think about the positive of winter…..

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Ok, ok, I got this.  Hot chocolate.  Warm fireplaces (if you can find one).  Cuddling in blankets.  The view of fresh snow on the ground.  Soup.  Watching the dog play in the snow.

That’s all I got.  What helps you make it through the winter?