Winter Has Overstayed Its Welcome, But Maybe Trying To Enjoy It Is How We Can Hope To Get Through It

Winter Has Overstayed Its Welcome, But Maybe Trying To Enjoy It Is How We Can Hope To Get Through It

Although winter can feel like it drags on forever, maybe trying to enjoy it will help us make it through to spring.

Heavy winter coats dusted in a layer of salt, tall boots, layers of clothes. White winter snow turned a gray mush, and most of the ground just a soggy mess of mud. Around this time of the year, I begin to wonder why anyone would live anywhere it snows. What joy is to be gained. All it seems to be is scraping off the newest layer of ice each morning and needing to plan an extra 15 minutes before leaving so that I have time to put on another pair of gloves, a hat, a scarf, a sweater and a coat. All just to realize (just as I've finished tying my boots) that I need to go to the bathroom, and start the whole thing over again.

I can't tell you why my parents, or anyone's parents, thought raising kids in an environment where it consistently gets below zero for some stretch of the year was a good idea, although it's hard to blame them now that I have chosen to stay in this area.

Luckily we are almost out of the woods. Unluckily, although February is the shortest month of the year, to me it often feels like the longest. And although I am currently feeling disillusioned by winter, I do agree that it has it's moments. Although at the worst of times the perilous weather can leave people feeling isolated, it being too cold to want to go anywhere, or do anything, at the best of times a little solitude can be refreshing, and so I thought (as long as we are stuck with winter anyways) that perhaps we can try and capture a moment of what is worth enjoying about winter.

A crisp world, that seems to be a living painting. The world holding it's breath, just asking to be gazed at on a cool night, as the snow settles in, and we might have the chance to settle in too, with a warm drink, in a warm bed.

So since we still have a ways to go I thought I would share a favorite poem of mine, one that celebrates all winter has to offer.

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

And just like in the poem, although we may want to take a break, we have "promises to keep". But I hope we can take some time to enjoy the world around us, it may help us as we try and get through the end of this winter, and the "miles to go" before we sleep.

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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