The weather made me sin at times.
I can’t even blame it on that pesky devil. I sinned on my own accord and all because I allowed myself to get comfortable. Sound familiar?
Take the most recent weather for instance. One day it was 60 delightful degrees and the next day, add the wind, it was below 30! The weather made me sin. I cursed it.
At 60, visions of kayaking and motorcycle riding danced in my head. I suddenly felt the urge to work out, to wash the curtains and walls and I so badly wanted to begin planting my garden.
The cursed weather foiled all of my best laid plans. Instead, I stayed in.
I got all of my inside house maintenance done. I painted scratches, finally washed the throw rugs, disinfected most everything and to top things off – I made meatloaf and brownies to boot!
I wondered why I had cursed the weather that allowed me to get so much accomplished. Once I had done all of the things I had procrastinatingly been putting off – it’s as if I freed my soul to relax in totality! There’s such value in that – freeing one’s soul.
I used to manage a team in a large corporate environment. I love to teach as much as I’ve learned. I taught my team that if you come to work and you have an exciting, easy task to complete to save it to the end. I encouraged them to tackle their piles. You know – the piles that we all allow to build up at our work or in our homes of the un-fun, difficult, uncomfortable and even hard tasks we’ve been putting off.
It’s easy to do the fun and easy things. Once the hard and uncomfortable is tackled – by gosh – it provides a space in your mind, your heart and schedule to float through the day instead of swimming upstream.
When the weather gets to be 30 below zero – do you recognize that 30 above zero feels like a vacation in Tahiti? Proof that we can choose to be warm in a cool place and cool in a warm place if we just decide to be.
I can’t speak for you – but for me – I have been equally as depressed when I’m in an almost always sunny state as I have been in Alaska or the Dakotas. It’s likely not just the weather I allowed to get me down – though it is the easiest to blame. All I’m really trying to say is that you can suntan in a bikini or you can “choose” to suntan in a goose down coat with a scarf on. Don’t be like me. I cursed the weather though it didn’t sin. I did. Glory for any day we arrive alive to experience it. And that’s all I’m going to say about that!
The Blonde on the Prairie is a lover of ND. She is an author and motivational speaker, owner of “Monkey Balls” food truck and Joyologist to the elderly, the disabled and, now, also to children wherever she is needed.
