I didn't grow up in Minnesota and I've always thought that the snow they get around these parts is magical.
Even after 23 years of it, I still kind of feel that way.
A few years back, I would grumble along with the rest of the state. You know—piss and moan about how awful this weather was and when was it ever going to end and I am SO done with winter.
Then I started therapy.
Now I just wake and say, "So… this is what we have today? Okay. Whatever."
I'm not saying the state of Minnesota needs professional help, but this is where we live. I could come up with all sorts of valid reasons to complain if I wanted do.
It doesn't mean I always like it. I don't love shoveling. I have sucky designer wrists that get tweaked all sorts of wrong from shoveling. Driving in it is not very much fun at all.
But it sure feels fantastic when a hot flash hits to just step outside into the snow.
I rest my case.