I am definitely suffering from a loss of my “Get through the winter” momentum. My first mistake was going away in December to a warmer place. Vacations don’t refresh me, they set me up for failure. Although I enjoy them while I am there, I come back feeling worse about having to come back to winter than I would have felt if I had never left. A few weeks after that trip I finally got back in the winter groove, only to find myself enjoying 40 and 50 degree days for a week and completely getting me out of the winter mindset. Add that to our late February trip up north to a tropical themed water park and here I am, feeling that loss of momentum.
This is when winter really starts to hit me hard. Now is when my friends in Jersey begin to emerge from the doldrums. They are prepping their gardens, getting compost, walking on the boardwalks, pulling out the bikes and the deck furniture, enjoying 60 degree days every now and again. Their crocuses and spring bulbs are emerging from the soil and the winter pansies will be making their appearance at garden centers any day now. And here I am, in Minneapolis, my gardens buried in a 2 foot snow pack, bulbs tucked away in the frozen ground, slush and ice still coating the streets and no green to be seen anywhere. And, as if adding insult to injury, it seems as though as soon as we get any kind of clearing or melt, it snows again, only to start the process over.
I think if winter ended right now, I would be ok. It would have been difficult and snowy, but I would be able to emerge still standing. It is these next few weeks, when snow becomes a distant memory for my more-southern-residing counterparts, that I really get beaten down. And by the end I feel like I am just barely crawling along, holding up a flag of surrender, looking for rescue from the seemingly interminable winter.
I felt it start to creep in today. I looked out my window at the University of Minnesota and saw nothing but gray. I took a deep breath and knew, I’m entering that end of winter tunnel. If I can just fight for joy these last few weeks, I know that on the other side I will find myself again, and I will have made it through this, my fourth winter…