I like having a plan. A schedule. February doesn’t. The snow keeps coming, just enough to make it harder to get to work on time, easier to worry about losing my parking spot on the street. It’s February Vacation so Roozle will be at camp this week. Dinner will be late and easy. She will be tired and miss school. I hate these weeks.
While I’m thankful for the light, I’m over the snow and winter. I’m longing for summer. For lazy afternoons at the playground. For better light for picture taking. For less layers and sneakers instead of boots.
I don’t want to be done with winter so soon. I really wanted to find some way to appreciate it for a few more weeks, but I don’t know that I can. My bones ache. I long for spring.
Mindfulness is way easier in May.