You can hate winter. You can dream of a warm breezes and the taste of crab legs and a Corona. You can pretend it's summer and paint your toenails Hibiscus. You can fly to Aruba and wear your cute sandals for an entire week, but winter will find you. Even if you're lucky enough to live in a tropical location, there is a soul-winter and it's far worse than sub-zero air temperatures. The question is what will you do to LIVE until you find yourself in a gentler season. Will you have months with no good memories, no experiences, because you chose to hide? I ask myself this question every day. Sometimes my winter is spiritual or emotional, and sometimes it's physical, but either way I battle it and hope I will be proud of myself in the spring.