I have to admit that I’m not too sad to see February go. But, I’m not overly excited either. The truth is, I’ve noticed my relationship to winter changing over the last couple of years. What changed exactly? Well, for one thing, I pretty much lost interest in complaining about it. What’s the point of that? At the same time, I ran out of energy from trying to see the positive side of everything. As Doris Day said, “Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be.” If it’s good enough for Doris, it’s good enough for me!
Winter days can seem the same, day after day, week after week. But they’re not really. Each day is different, even if it’s just noticing something that I didn’t see the day before. The dust on my Christmas cactus. The tracks of a coyote by a small stream. Squirrels bouncing in the tree tops at the rosy hint of dawn. There are days I feel achey and days I feel forgotten. There are days that I feel gratitude for the amazing miracles of the natural world, and there are days that I feel I am just going through the motions.
I am really not a fan of the expression, “it’s all good.” No, it really isn’t all good. Pretty far from it. But today I think I might try, “it’s all okay.” That’s what I’m aiming for anyway. Whatever it is that comes my way today – a patch of ice in the driveway, the cheerful call of a tufted titmouse, an unrelenting headache, the feeling of connection with a friend, a wave of sadness – it’s all part of my living, breathing world. And it’s all okay.