How I Embraced the Winter Blahs
First published in HuffPost Author's Note: I wrote this piece a few years ago while living in Los Angeles. It takes on new meaning in our first winter living in Colorado where winter really is winter! The snowy mountains are stunningly beautiful and I am cheered by regular wildlife visitors, warm fireplaces, and hot cups of tea. Namaste. With apologies to T.S. Eliot, April is not the cruelest month. February is far more foreboding. Even as hope springs eternal, Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow. We’re tempted to crawl back into our proverbial holes and, if we have no sweetheart, we may feel like staying there well past Valentine’s Day. January is no picnic, either. It’s the starting line for a multitude of sprints and marathons. In the New Year, the world pumps its fists and waves the flag of resolve, shouting, “Ready! Set! Go!” It seems everyone is jumping on the treadmill, but I don’t want to enter the race. In fact, I don’t want to get off the sofa. ...