The Winds Of Change

I hear so many people complaining about the weather constantly changing. How cold they are in the Winter, how hot they are in the Summer. In the midwest, it seems like we experience seasons quite drastically.

Many people wish for an environment like the Bahamas or Monterey CA. To live in a place where they can constantly predict the weather and know what the next day will bring. To know that in 6 months it’s going to be basically the same weather and temperature as it is now.

Today I came to the realization that I genuinely enjoy the changing seasons. The cold and the hot. In fact, I think I would be much more miserable if it was always the same climate day-to-day, month-to-month. It springs creativity into me. The change of seasons allows my mind to breath and think of new ideas. To never get complacent in the same thinking.

It’s a weird mix of nostalgia in remembering past seasons and a future sensation of the newness in the air. Today as I went outside to my car, a cool wind blew into me. It wasn’t the bitter cold wind of winter and it wasn’t the stagnant warm wind of Summer, it was a new wind. Let’s call it the winds of change.

I love the sun, I also like clouds and rain. I like the cold snowy days, but I also love to go outside and swim in the sun. I like putting a hoodie on and sitting around the campfire with the wind howling through the night sky, and I love to sit watching the sunrise with nothing but a t-shirt, shorts, and stillness in the air.

You won’t hear me complaining about the weather (okay, unless it’s 120+ degrees outside. Then I might not be able to help myself). I understand every season has its ups and downs. I choose to accept it all and focus on the parts about the season I enjoy rather than fixate on what I hate.

I live for the change in seasons, and if the change in seasons means we have to sometimes land in a place I don’t like for a while, so be it. Change will come again soon.