because here we are in sunshine soaked australia while the northern hemispherites freeze. it’s no secret that i am not much of a fan of hate cold. it makes me mean and brittle. my sense of contentment has a direct correlation with the temperature outside. i used to be in denial about how bad it was, until after three winters in maine, i finally saw a doctor to try to get to the root of my seasonal crankiness. after a few minutes of my despondent speech about how the world is probably going to end because this level of freezingness could only mean it was the end of the line for humanity, the doc gave me an ultimatum: regular tanning bed sessions or depression meds. pick your poison. yep, gotta love our health-care system.
so, instead, i moved back to australia.
anyway, the winters in tennessee, in contrast to maine, i can handle better. i’m still not thrilled about it, but it’s nothing a few layers and some lashings of scalding coffee every few hours can’t fix. plus, i’m a professional cozy hunter so i’ve learned to find the warmest nook in any habitat and create a nest. sounds creaturely. and yes, you’re right, it is.
today, as i was thinking about the cold and how it brings out the very worst in me, i remembered this image i’d found ages ago. unfortunately i don’t know who to credit it to (i guess – bill preston esq?), but it’s lovely. the simple colors, the handwritten text, the message itself. it reminds me that no matter how rotten my mood can be, i should try not to take it out on the people around me. and instead, put all that energy into finding a bikram yoga class, or a hot tub, or a tropical island.