You know what?
I heart me some snow. But right about now--in March--I'm kinda over it. And that's really unfortunate, because March is typically when we get our biggest storms. Like today. It started snowing last night and isn't supposed to stop until we have about TWELVE INCHES on the ground.
I just got a new student from Dallas, and he asked on Friday, "So, when is this supposed to stop?"
I sort of laughed.
I told him probably by April, except for last year when we got 12 inches on Easter.
He didn't look too excited.
But then I was reminded of a story I heard on some talk radio (I know, I'm sort of a dork, and listen to talk radio--especially when I was home on maternity leave and needed a little intellectual stimulation) of how some dude did research on "happiness" and "measuring happiness" within this country, and compared to other countries. He said he did one study in Michigan in March. Their weather is quite similar to ours. And many subjects said they would be "happier" to live somewhere else, like Southern California. Where the weather was nicer.
But you know what?
The author dude interviewed subjects in SoCal and did not see any higher "rate" of "happiness" (and I'm not sure how he measured this) there. People there were worried about things, too...just other things. Like the cost of living. Or other natural disasters NOT involving snow, like mudslides. Things that I don't really have to worry about. I thought that was really interesting.
Because every time it does this here I hear all the weather forecasters moaning and groaning about the doomsday storm we're about to have. Complaining. Like it's part of their job to complain, too, when giving us the weather. But even my student from Dallas said that the summers are pretty unbearable at times down there. 105 degrees and humid? No thanks.
So you know what? I REFUSE to complain about this storm. It's really quite pretty out there today. I'm going to enjoy this day as I'm still in my PJ's, and so is JayZ. I just lit the fire and I have a new Inside Triathlon and Runner's World magazine to read. And an 8 mile run to do, which will be on the dreadmill and I'll just get caught up on the Daily Show and Colbert. Tomorrow, the trainer will do, but I know that it's going to hit 50 degrees this week and riding on the roads again isn't too far away. And I can't wait for another year or two where, on a day like this, I'll fill a thermos with hot chocolate, bundle us all up, and hit the hill for some serious sledding.
So wherever you are...don't worry about it, whatever it may be. And carpe diem.