When I was younger, the idea of snow was exciting. Growing up in the desert valley of Arizona, we always had to travel to the mountains if we wanted to see snow, and we would spend hours going tubing, making snowmen, and skating around on a frozen lake that would eventually be the scene of the unfortunate and untimely death of my imaginary younger sister Julie (don’t ask). Then we would come home to the land of no snow.
Those were the good old days.
Now, I live in a place where I only have to walk out my front door to find snow. And I’ve realized something… I preferred having to travel in order to find snow. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. For me, snow really is like a friend or relative. Just as I appreciate my loved ones much more when they’re far away, such is the case with snow.
Yet there is nothing I can do to stop the snow from falling. And fall it has, especially over the past couple of days. Heck, there was even something that resembled snow in Phoenix this past week. Really, it seems like snow is inescapable… unless you live in a place like the Philippines, where snow is a mere figment of the imagination, something that is only read about in books or seen in the movies. But seeing as how many of us don’t live in the Philippines and in fact live in a place where snow is a reality, we have to learn to live with it, don’t we?
Some people love snow. More power to them. I at least have learned to tolerate it. Actually, it’s not so much the snow that I hate as it is what the snow represents: cold weather. I used to think I loved cold weather, but that was back when I though 60 degrees was normal during the winter. I have since then learned the true meaning of cold, and I definitely prefer the heat.
So what do I do to deal with all this snow? Well, what else can I do but make the best of it? Yesterday I went jogging as it was snowing and actually ended up loving it. After a stressful week it really was quite refreshing, and the cold didn’t bother me much since I was jogging. The snow has also been the subject of a few pictures I have taken with my new camera. I have to admit, snow does make for some interesting photography. So I guess snow isn’t so bad after all.
Maybe not everyone shares my somewhat violent dislike of snow, but I think we all have our own version of “snow,” or something in our lives that we can’t stand and yet can’t get rid of. It might come in the form of a problem that you have struggled with for so long that it is weighing down on you. My advice to you is simple: make the best of it! Just like I made the best of the snow in these pictures.