Changing the story.

I’m trying to change the story about winter. It’s dark. It’s cold. I have memories of panic attacks in my body and mind. Memories of challenging times during the pandemic - online school, never ending days. But those are memories from the past. They don’t have to be the story this winter. Yes, it’s still cold, and dark…very dark. I don’t go out as much as I would. There isn’t as much human connection. And that gets to me sometimes. A lot of times. But winter is actually the perfect time to create. To be in isolation. To be hibernating with your thoughts. It’s quiet, there is more alone time. I know I still have to balance it with connection and outings, but I also want to use the season of winter for what it’s for. To follow nature’s rhythm. To be still. To pause. To rest. To reflect. To be with yourself. To hear yourself. That’s the story I’m telling myself this winter.