I live in a place of extremes.
Yesterday my town had the distinction of being the second coldest place on the planet.
It has since warmed up 40 degrees.
It is a welcome relief to finally warm up but it is difficult to figure out how Mother Nature wants us to behave. Do we wear wool or cotton? Heat or air-conditioning? Warm soup for supper or a refreshingly crisp salad?
And although I’ve gotten used to these extremes (albeit I find them somewhat annoying) I still look forward to peaceful spans of continuity and predictability.
In fact, sometimes I long for them.
I’m not really talking about the weather. We all know, talk of the weather is usually a disguise for something else.
Extremes in life are difficult.
Those surges of maniacal frenzy that occur at work. No matter how diligently you measure yourself,
plan and pace with perfect practicality, they always seem to swirl upon you
and you fight to keep your nose above the swell. You usually do,
but not without the sleepless nights, moments of panic and “medicinal” pouring of wine.
Or relationships where you are besieged by attention and obligation, sometimes welcome, other times…
not so much.
Days where you see and talk to no one about anything of significance and long for a passionate and intellectual conversations peppered with emotion,
you are emotionally and mentally drained and want to crawl into a hermit hole and watch all six seasons of “Lost”…
in one sitting.
I guess it’s true. Life is filled with ebb and flow. And we can’t appreciate certain moments unless we’ve experienced their opposite.
You breathe a sign of relief during a holiday unless you’ve lived through chaos at work.
You can’t KNOW happiness unless your heart has been broken.
Life is all about 40 degrees of separation.