Last night, I went for a walk with my boyfriend, Michael.
Michael and I talk a lot while we walk around and look at our surroundings.
To me, this is proof that
- We both are quite coordinated.
- We both have interesting things to say.
Here’s something we talked about last night:
How dread of something is worse than the reality.
We both had plenty of examples to support that thesis.
Last night, one proof of that theory was this:
It was friggin’ cold outside.
And if you have read many of my blog posts, you know how I feel about THAT. My posts show that I have been dreading the advent of the cold since ….. hmmmmm …… SEPTEMBER?
That’s right. And now that it’s almost December (tomorrow is December 1), that means that I have been dreading the cold for three months.
A quarter of the year. That’s a full season, right there.
I’ve been having a season of dread — the season of MY discontent.*
Now, the cold is here, and I am experiencing RELIEF.
Why? A lot of my dread is based on false assumptions.
During my season of dread, I was assuming that once the weather turned cold:
- I would stay indoors all the time,
- I wouldn’t go on walks, and
- I wouldn’t see beauty around me.
I was amazed to remember and realize, last night, that I still go on walks during the winter, probably as much as I do any other time of the year.
I had forgotten about that, during my season of dread.
I had forgotten about that, even though:
- have a very good memory** and
- I have lived through many cold winters.
However, during my season of dread, I still forgot these important facts.
I believe this proves that dread is NOT good for the memory. I hope I remember better, next year (whatever I name that year).
As usual, I want to end this post with some images. However, I didn’t take any photos last night. (I guess the conversation was too interesting.) (Or, I’m not THAT coordinated.) Therefore, I will turn to Google, for some images of the kind of beauty we saw last night (and which I expect to see more of, soon):
And while we didn’t see anything quite as amazing as this:
… I think that captures my feelings, right now.
Thanks to William Shakespeare, those who dread, those who wonder, and — of course! — those who read this blog.
* This is a reference to Shakespeare’s Richard III, He, apparently, had opinions about the seasons, too.
** I know this is bragging, but Lumosity tells me that I am in the 99.9th percentile in memory, not only compared to my age group, but to EVERY OTHER FRIGGIN’ AGE GROUP.***
*** Yes, I checked.
**** I found this image here.
***** I found this image here.
****** I found this image here.