Our first snow came this week. It’s been lovely.
I think that living here year-round has taught me so many things, but the most important is that I can choose joy no matter the weather.
Some are happy about the snow. Some are not. Some wish it would stay, some wish it away. The truth of the matter is that all of these things will happen in time, and if we spend all of our time while we have snow wishing it would shine, and all of our time while it shines wishing for snow, the sad truth is that we will never be tremendously happy.
Usually in life, we are waiting, even longing, for something. But I think that, if we can keep living while looking ahead, we can be happy.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.