I do not blog frequently.
I can’t believe I’ve been at my new job for over a month! It is all going very well. The work is enjoyable, the people are incredibly nice, and everyone just seems happy to be there. This is unlike most of my previous workplaces.
The first significant amount of snow has just fallen in Vancouver, and the presence of winter can no longer be denied. Having grown up in a small town that gets as much snow as any small town in BC’s interior, and not having grown up to be much of a winter sports enthusiast, I’d be happy to never see another beautiful and unique snowflake for the rest of my years. At least, I felt like that until today.
Winter is different this time. Maybe I’m projecting my life changes into something bigger, or maybe I’m getting older and less dissatisfied as time creeps on. Winter is usually a very cranky time of the year for me. I’m always cold. I’m one of those always-cold people who wants you to turn up the heat even though you feel fine. I pile on the layers shiver within them. And being cold makes me angry.
I’m not as cold this year. I still feel it, and I still shiver. But it doesn’t make me angry. I think my big white poofy down-filled coat makes the frosty outdoors a little less terrifying, but I’m not giving it all the credit. And I don’t work as early in the morning as I used to, so waking up at 6 isn’t my latest possible option. But I still opt for it. It can’t just be the coat. I don’t think about the coat while I’m sleeping. Much.
I think I’m just in a better place this year. Not a lot has changed. Maybe that’s what has rose-colored up my glasses: glorious consistency. When the best parts of your life stick around, you can’t help but feel better about the entire world. I think that’s it.
The coat really helps, though.
