It rained today. Yes. Rain. So, I should be used to this right? I’m a Florida girl after all. Rain is my middle name (not literally). But today was different. It was cold. Yes, cold rain! What is that? I know rain, but my rain is warm. Hot even. Warm buckets of non-stop rain, I can handle. But cold? No, this is new.
I know this makes me seem like a baby. I can’t handle rain you ask. Is she being serious? Well, no. Not really. It is not the rain that actually bothers me. The rain doesn’t truly bother me at all. It is the realization that the cold is coming that terrifies me. The cold, which I know nothing about.
Sure. I’ve gone on vacations where I have seen snow. Heck, I love to ski. But living in the cold? Never. Every day we are closer and closer to this thing you call Winter. You see, the Winter I know allows me to go to the beach in December and don a light sweater in January. We grit our teeth and make it through a week of 30 degree weather and call it the hardest winter yet. On the weather channel, when all other states in the US are covered in blue, Florida is still red.
The overwhelming emotion that I am feeling is not all bad. There is still a part of me that is really excited for Winter. It’s just that I don’t know what to expect. And I keep hearing people say that winter here is dreadful. Dreadful!?!? Really? Don’t tell that to a new girl!
There’s a piece of me that romanticizes the Winter. That is eager to throw on my boots and my jacket and to brave the cold. To snuggle up and drink hot cocoa (plant base, sugar-free of course)! I dream about moving to the mountains and skiing for half of the year. I lead myself to believe that I will have a love affair with Winter as if it’s been the missing link in my life. My future goals are based around me loving Winter!
But what if I don’t like it? What if I hate the cold? What if I can’t tolerate it? What do I do then? It’s like realizing one mile into a marathon that you hate running. You still have to get through the next 25 miles. And then to give up the dream of running. Or perhaps somewhere in those 25 additional miles you fall in love with it? I don’t know.
And so, honestly I’m scared. And that is manifesting its way into a little bit of panic this morning as it rains cold rain.
So I breathe. In. Out. In. Out. And remember it’s only a season. It may end up being the best season of my life. And if not, it will teach me things about myself. Things I would otherwise not know. And so, it is a gift. Winter is a gift. The rain is a gift. And for gifts we are grateful. And this is what will get me through the new season. This, and a whole lot of layers 😉