Listen, I’m done.
It’s been 12 days since the first day of spring, and we’ve had more grey skies, snowfall, freezing rain, and hail than I care to tolerate.
As my almost-six-year-old just said, “I don’t get it. It says it’s spring, but it’s still cold.” Even she gets it.
As I’m sitting here at an Airbnb in Ketchum, Idaho, the snow continues to fall and stick to whatever it hits first. While I can’t deny how beautiful and magical a blanket of snow can be, it’s time to give the proverbial mic back to the sun.
Bring on the bright days and warm weather!
As someone whose energy is deeply affected by the temperature outside, I don’t just want these winter vibes to take a hike—I need them to get the heck outta here.
Personally, I blame the groundhog. When Punxsutawney Phil predicted six more weeks of winter on February 2, 2023 (AKA Groundhog’s Day), I was incredibly disappointed. I also thought to myself, what sort of accuracy could a rodent really have anyway?
I didn’t think he could be right, and I certainly never imagined that six weeks would turn into more than eight weeks.
ENOUGHHHHH. There’s only so much beauty and magic in ice cold powder one can take.
This is my sincere plea to the Universe: melt this shit already!
The depressing fog of winter was fun, but it’s time for our days to literally lighten up. I can’t take another season on location in a Twilight movie. (Though, the soundtrack’s pretty good.)
Anywho, if you’re a prayer, manifester, sender of vibes, I humbly ask that you pretty please put your attention on warmer days ahead for those of us in cooler climate-inclined regions.
PLEASE. 🙏🙏🙏
<3 Laura
