If someone gave me a choice between all expense paid trip to Mexico or Alaska, hands down I would choose Alaska. I’ve never been much of a lover for hot days on sandy beaches, sure it has it’s appeal but I’m truly the happiest where there’s snow. And being Latina it’s quite odd since we come from hot places, I mean, we’re supposed love the sun right?
I don’t quite remember when my love for winter began but as I grew older my love for it grew stronger. Where I currently live in Central Alberta the climate is perfect, according to me anyway. It’s practically winter most of the year; the first snowfall begins right around Halloween (sometimes earlier) and the last snowfall is usually around May long weekend.
To explain the invigorating feeling I get when it snows or when the temperature drops would be understating it. I feel renewed, excited…heck even lively. Feeling the cold air hit my lungs, my skin tighten, and hearing the crunch of the fresh snow as I walk outside is simply bliss. Unfortunately no one I know shares this enthusiasm with me, in fact most people find my love for these cold months kind of annoying as they’re usually desperately awaiting for summer’s arrival.
I began to question why is it that I feel the most happiest during this time when it seems like most people hate it to the point that some even suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). So I started with compiling a list of reasons of why I loved winter so much:
- Comfy clothes; baggy sweaters, leggings and knee high socks.
- Sexy winter clothes without baring too much; turtle necks, skirts with stockings, long sleeve dresses, knee high boots or thigh high boots.
- Cozying up by the fire with a good book or having a good game of scrabble with the family.
- Frozen trees that look like they’re made out of crystal.
- Warm soups and bowls of hot chilli.
- Finding animal prints in the snow.
- Hot chocolate, tea, lattes– all the hot drinks.
- Rosy red cheeks.
- Kissing when it’s snowing.
- Cuddling to keep warm.
- Landscapes covered with a beautiful blanket of pure white snow.
- Babies and toddlers looking like stuffed sausages in their winter gear.
- The wide variety of cute hats, mitts and scarves to chose from.
I could make an entire blog dedicated to the reasons why I love winter, but if I were to list reasons why I love summer it’d be quite short in fact my list of reasons to why I hate it would be much much longer. This led me to discover that I suffer from Summer onset SAD, which is actually somewhat rare since only 10% of people with SAD get it in reverse.
The further I dug into this issue the more I learned about myself. My Summer onset SAD wasn’t brought on by a chemical imbalance in my brain but by years of body image issues that were only present in these hot months where women seemed to be obligated to bare all, and the ones that didn’t were either too ugly, too fat or too old. It’s a fucked up mentality I know and it shouldn’t have come up as surprise to me since I’ve been battling with my self image issues for years.
The reasons I previously listed are very true but I shouldn’t be loving Winter because it gives me the chance to hide from Summer. Sure I hate being hot and I hate sweating but I shouldn’t use those things as excuses to avoid people seeing me in summer clothes. Last year I made a little more of an effort to enjoy Summer by booking a cabin near the lake, being nicer to my reflection in the mirror and simply focusing on having fun with my family. That was the first Summer in a long time that I can say I’ve actually enjoyed.
This upcoming Summer I hope to continue on working through those negative emotions, but one thing is for sure I’ll still always hate the mosquitos, flies and wasps that Summer brings back into existence.
Do you suffer from SAD, or even Summer onset SAD like me? How do you cope? Leave a comment below.