Postcard 039 - Blah Weather
I am unabashed in sharing my love for the Pacific Northwest, especially our weather, but we're in the time of year that gets tough. It's that in between period, the pre-frozen winter weeks where things look lifeless but not quite dead. It's blah weather.
As much as I'm anxious for real winter — white winter — where I'm up in the mountains, this period feels appropriate, at least in this time of the world. It's a reminder that life has seasons, and that in the midst of the high highs and the low lows there are mid points, neutrals, blahs. In any transition, whether it be seasons or smiles, you have to cross those midpoints. You don't have to linger, but they are hard (if not impossible) to avoid.
In these periods, I find myself turning inward. I'm writing more, reflecting more, talking to myself more. I'm drawing from the energy that I stored during those summer months and using it to remind myself that these in between periods are not just necessary, they are good.
They create that reference points from which we appreciate the wonderful.