I had an amazing calculus teacher.
Somehow in between teaching us to love numbers and master derivatives, Mr. Dy managed to sneak in these Friday afternoon life lessons that really hit home. And while I’ve completely forgotten how to calculate the slope of the tangent of a curve, some of those life lessons really stuck.
One in particular has been reverberating in my brain lately:
Because this has been a very long, very real, very not-skipping-winter-winter, and there have definitely been some hard days.
Days when I sit on the lobster-themed loveseat with an afghan around my shoulders and lighthouse-themed curtains framing the grey cold day outside and wonder, “what the HELL has happened to my life??”
Days when the only time I see the guy that I used to spend 24/7/365 with is from 4:30-6:00 am, when we drink coffee together and try to convince each other that we’re making progress and moving forward and doing the right thing and that we really didn’t like beaches all that much anyways (lies).
Days when it’s so cold outside that the little beetle absolutely refuses to start so I climb through ice-covered bushes to run multiple extension cords from the lobster-themed living room to the car to give the bug the juice that it very desperately needs to crank over and thank the stars that back in Bocas del Toro a guy named Franklin gave us his battery charger that has now saved multiple engine’s butts, multiple times.
Those days are hard. But tucked in amongst those days? In the midst of winter?
There have been new beginnings. Shiny, invincible, winter-can’t-get-me-down days.
Days when we find out we made it in to the marina in downtown Portland, so in just over a month the lobsters and lighthouses will be replaced with our favourite little boat and a slip in the heart of the city.
Days when we take our stable-living-life and make the most of it by exploring this great country we’re living in (and in particular the wonderful climates of Nashville and California!) and visiting great friends and family.
Days when we make progress professionally, something I thought I’d almost entirely given up caring about until it started to happen and that little sizzle of “yessssss” started popping as opportunities presented themselves.
Days, in particular, when the quiet of winter means there’s time for trying new wonderful things.
Things like working with an amazing life coach, and learning to embrace the possibilities of a quiet winter.
Things like discovering my body can transform for the better in a way I never thought was remotely possible until I survived a Whole30.
Things like discovering a new ridiculous passion for metalsmithing (which right now means burning up silver and melting sapphires), and sharing my artsy crafty passions with a new work opportunity.
Thing like discovering my kind of people in a class called “Cultivating Creativity”, and feeling all sorts of tiny little tendrils blossoming into hope for something new…
… I guess maybe they call this Spring?
Regardless, the dark days of winter are slowly fading into a funny little lobster-themed memory, and the hopeful days of spring are blooming into what I hope will be an amazing summer.
Holding on for an invincible summer,