It’s getting to that point where any glamour associated with winter is quickly fading. The mountains of snow piled along our boulevards are no longer beauty marks of winter—they’ve become mud-stained eyesores. The roads are terrible; where there isn’t ice and snow there are potholes. I’m tired of dressing in layers. I’m so over the 10 minutes it takes for my body to stop shivering after coming from anywhere outside. And the constant dreary, grey skies are depressing. I’m done with you winter—done!
Only problem is it’s completely out of my control. And it’s only February 2nd. And the fact that Punxsutawney Phil predicted an early spring today offers me little relief. What does he know? I live in Minnesota – winter won’t be over till it damn well pleases.
So that’s why I realized today that I am in desperate need of something to look forward to.
A vacation? Planning a party? Even just a new hobby? I need some relief! I’ve got a birthday coming up, but to be honest, I’m mostly underwhelmed by it. Birthdays tend to be less and less exciting as you get older.
So the search is on for something to be excited about. Right now, the idea of a spring still at least a month away isn’t cutting it.