Yeah, neither do I.
But today, I did appreciate winter. And I appreciated my family, and my life and all of the blessings that I don't deserve, but still receive.
I've decided that I need to become a whole lot better about expressing gratitude. My wake-up call came last week, when I learned that some friends of ours lost a loved one in Haiti. He was only 25 years old. When the world loses someone so young — and so committed to serving others — it's hard to justify petty complaints.
So although I'll never be winter's biggest fan, I've decided to make the most of it. Life is too short to spend one-third of it sulking. If you look hard enough, any of winter's failings offers a chance to give thanks.
When I'm tired, I can appreciate that hard work creates a calorie deficit that practically begs for hot cocoa.
And when I'm impatient, I can realize that winter, like life, is short. Although it can be cold, dark and even depressing sometimes, it's also beautiful — especially if you choose to see it that way.