I feel guilty for my bad attitude. I know we need the snow. I realize that it will bring us much needed water and that we need plenty of it to enjoy the many pleasures of summer. Still, I endure much of it and scoff at my friends who insist they enjoy the winter. Robin loves to cuddle up in her spotless house and cross stitch away all comfy and cozy. I don't have a spotless house, and I don't cross stitch. The darkness closes in and I don't even feel like cleaning. I eat more because I feel anxious, and that is never good. I believe I suffer from SAD, (seasonal affective disorder). I feel my best in the light of day, and tend to want to hibernate when it is dark and cold. I do feel a little sad, and sometimes very sad! I am very excited for December 21 not because it is right before Christmas, but because the days will start getting longer. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. I love the lights, the music, the feelings of goodwill toward men, but Christmas comes during winter. I am ashamed that even in the celebration of our Savior's birth, I whine about the darkness and cold.
This winter I have vowed to try to be more positive. I have four kids serving LDS missions in the states. Matthew and Rachel are in Ohio and Michigan and will, no doubt, be cold the next few months. Mark does not think he will be in temperatures any colder than 50 degrees, and Bethany, well...she is in paradise. The San Fernando Valley does not experience much in the way of winter.
I really do not want to equate happiness with summer even though I rejoice when spring starts to creep between the cold cracks of winter. I know that I appreciate spring more because of the winter. It is more miraculous, more beautiful and enjoyable because of the harshness of winter.
I like the scripture in the Book of Mormon where Lehi says "it must needs be that there was an opposition" talking about all things that are created. We cannot fully appreciate the good without the bad. Not that winter is all bad, but spring is so sweet because it follows winter. When you live in Utah, you have the beauty of all the seasons, and each one is truly miraculous. I happen to like some more than others, but I know my enjoyment would wane just a bit if I had spring all year long.
So...bring on the snow, the cold, the ice and scary driving conditions. I will be grateful for a warm house that shields me from the cold, and a bed to lie down at night. I know that many people in the world do not have this luxury. When I see the devastation in the Phillippines and the people who have suffered at the hands of a typhoon, I am humbled and more than disgusted with myself. I have food , clothing and my family and friends are safe. The coming of a different season seems a very trivial thing to be concerned about. I am so grateful for a Heavenly Father who loves his children and mourns with them.
I believe that much good can be found in every day, and that a little quiet contemplation about how to help other people will alleviate a lot of the seasonal depression I experience. I am hoping that we might all realize our blessings and rejoice in the arrival of another new year.
|The morning Bethany leaves Utah for a year and a half to dwell in Sunny California.|