"If you have to do it anyway, you might as well enjoy it." My mom is 93 now, and is still practicing her practical proverb. Launching from that springboard, I learned to love winter. I live in central Canada where the winters can be extremely cold, with icy streets and huge snow drifts. People here usually love to hate winter, and I was one of them until I remembered Mom's advice. I started to list the things I appreciated about winter: Christmas, the cozy warmth that hugs me when I come in from the cold, no mosquitoes, being snowed in with my reading and writing, and so on. I determined to love winter, and now I do!
I used the same technique with waiting. Waiting is something I'll always have to do, so I might as well enjoy it. I now love waiting. It's the only time I get to do nothing without answering to anyone for it.
Since it's November again, I had to face the dread of it. It's gray, windy and cold, and here on the prairies, the trees have turned into brown sticks. I've learned to love all the other months, even January, which is now my hibernation month, but November? What's to love about it?
