I’m not a big fan of the cold. I was born and raised in Canada, a notably cold environment, and yet I hate being cold.
I couldn’t specifically tell you why, or when the switch in my brain went from “Pretty snow and fun activities in the winter!” to “Blankets, sweaters, heater, and a roaring fire please,” but it did.
I used to love snowboarding. Skiing I was okay with, but I loved snowboarding. Now? You couldn’t get me on a slope without paying me. There’s just something about willingly going into the cold that sets my teeth on edge.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t have a choice when I was younger? Winter camping trips, family vacations on the slopes… all of it was mandatory, and I have a sneaking suspicion that I would’ve much preferred to just curl up with a book somewhere warm, but since I didn’t have that choice, I tolerated the cold better. Now I have the option (not always, of course, but more often than not!), it feels much worse than it used to?
Anyway. This isn’t really important in many senses, although my work has slowed down recently because my basement (where I work and write) is really cold, and it’s hard to motivate myself to spend the time I need to spend down here.
Ah well. Supposed to warm up soon. Finger’s crossed!
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!