Winter has come to Boston in an epic way! 40 inches in 7 days, and now more. I will say, even for a winter lover like me it is a lot. Snow banks over your head, I have shoveled more square feet of snow than I care to calculate, transit is in snarls, and I hurt in places that make me dream of hot stone massages and the beaches of St John.
But you can either lean into it with a smile, bundled up in all my favorite winter layers, walk through thigh high snow (a dream!), dive through snow tunnels, watch the snow sparkle under the full moon rise on Tuesday as I dug my parents out, and see neighbors helping neighbors, strangers helping strangers.
Or I can be one of the miserable people yelling and getting more and more unhappy. But that’s not how I see things, or want to be. Yes, I am dreaming of a beachy getaway, but at the same time coffee cake and tea after a satisfying shoveling session, that’s pretty sweet too!