So I know we’re all supposed to be crazy happy it’s Spring, and I’m mostly on board, but am I the only one who really loves winter? (You’re probably nodding to yourself and saying ‘Um Yes’ emphatically.)
Here’s the thing. When it’s nice outside, I feel some sort of odd obligation to go out and enjoy the weather. And while sometimes that sounds wonderful, sometimes I just want to stay in. I love cold, dreary winter days because it’s a built-in excuse to stay inside. No one is expecting you to be out and about. Saying ‘Netflix’ as your weekend plans is perfectly acceptable and thing are just generally slower. Yes, I know I sound like a hermit and I’m, mostly, okay with that. I’ve talked in the past about saying no to more things and I think this sentiment falls in line with that. I really do genuinely love hanging out with friends and doing stuff, I just get consumed with anxiety about it until I’m actually there. Usually, I get anxious about what I should be doing instead (it’s normally boring stuff like work, cleaning or laundry). Once I get there, it vanishes but that panicking feeling has stopped me from doing way more than I’d like to admit.
That’s why the first few weeks of spring are always an adjustment for me. Thankfully April is full of rainy days to help me adjust. And of course, eventually I will become just as obsessed with the warm weather as everyone else but that’s not to say that I don’t secretly cheer when there’s a rainy spell in the middle of the summer.
Either way, I’m trying to embrace the warmer days and all the fun plans that come along with them. I’m also thinking I just need to chill the F out and not get my panties all in a bundle about emails that aren’t answered within 15 minutes. So consider this my awkward, anxiety-ridden love letter to spring. Anyone else feel the same way?