All I can do right now is wish for summer.
The winter in Nashville has been terribly mild and we have barely had a serious cold snap. Usually, I’m the one who loves a good wintery season, all bundled up and such, but this year, winter can’t end fast enough.
And I don’t even like spring.
I just want summer. I want long days and warm nights outside. I want to wear shorts in the afternoon and feel the sunshine come in through my window at too-early o’clock. I want fresh fruits and farmers markets and rolled down windows. I want a solid thunderstorm. I want last minute tubing trips and long awaited beach vacations.
But the truth is, I know as soon as summer gets here, I’ll beg for fall. For the changing leaves and the cooler temperatures and the tall boots and skinny jeans. I will want all the things that the current season doesn’t offer.
One day this summer, I will be sweaty and annoyed and everything will feel sticky and I’ll think back to today. I will remember that it was 30 degrees and I jogged from house to car, when my fingers were frozen while opening my back door to rush into the warmth of the house, and I’ll feel like I wasted winter, wishing for summer. And I’ll will wish away summer instead of living it like I am anticipating.
It seems that no matter the time of year, the relationship status, or the prayers unanswered, I always find myself wishing for the next season instead of appreciating the one I am in.
So while my mind longs for summer, I’m teaching my heart to live the winter. And maybe even love it.
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