As I sit here, staring out at the snow-covered landscape, I can't help but feel a sense of longing for warmer days. April starts tomorrow, and yet the snow continues to fall. I feel like I'm living in a classic romantic comedy, where the lead character is forever waiting for the love of his life, in this case, the sun, to come out and melt the snow away.
In the words of Andy from The Devil Wears Prada, "I'm just one stomach flu away from my goal weight," but in my case, I'm just one snowstorm away from a complete mental breakdown.
But as much as I long for the sun, I also know that each season has its own unique beauty and purpose. It's a metaphor for life, really. We are constantly evolving and changing, just like the seasons. Each one represents a different stage of our journey, a different chapter in our story. I know that winter serves a purpose for rest and renewal, hibernation, and introspection. However, I'm now ready to shed my winter coat and step into the light. I hibernated and introspected way too much, to the point that it made me question even my joy for snow-and I LOVE SNOW!
We always need more, always thinking of what's next or what's passed. I'm divided between being in love with the cold and disliking summer. It's like winter has overstayed its welcome and is now an unwelcome guest that refuses to leave. And my changing attitude towards winter made me wonder: Do our experiences of the world around us shift as we change, or do we simply become more aware of them? Whatever the answer may be, one thing is certain - I'm ready for spring to arrive!
The flowers seem to share my sentiment, depressed under the weight of the never-ending winter. Yes, I know that I will also miss the snow and the cold because that's just how humans are. And most ironic of all, I'm ready to feel the extraordinary feeling of summertime sadness, as Lana Del Rey once sang.
I'm rediscovering my love for sunny days as I miss my sunglasses, to complain (a little) about the heat. What is happening? Spring is here, but it hasn't sprung yet. It has been way too long. I need to meet the sun again. It's time to change my boots for cool sneakers and put my sunnies on, order a cold rosé, and life will be happy and shining again.
For the first time, I feel like a snowman dreaming about summer, just like Olaf in Frozen. I miss feeling the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and the freedom of movement that comes with warmer weather. And even though I know I'll miss the snow and the coziness of winter when it's gone, I'm ready for a change. I need to shine.
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