As much as I love the sun, and being outdoors, I am equally a recluse. I don't mind wearing my yoga pants all day, my torso bundled up in a sweater. I find comfort in the confines of my home, even under my favorite blanket. And I love having the predictability of what's to happen next, the control of what task needs to be completed.
When the weather is warm, the pressure is greater to be productive outside of the home. I usually never mind rising to it, the sun is pure temptation, and my energy easily flows outwards. But because of this, I am antsy inside my home, especially when the kids are over-loud, when its walls cannot keep me from my stretch.
I find that when I am outside these walls, I miss a few things. I pass on some of the small mundanes, like rearranging our pantry or deleting the spam emails I receive. I write a little less, I don't craft as much, and I butterfly my way through the day. It is all great fun, but admittedly, tiring.
So, on days like this, when it is cold and icy, I receive it with open arms.
On days like this, I can allow myself to look inwardly, without the outside to distract me. The ice is a reason to halt the normal, and encourage creativity from more limited resources. On days like this, it is alright to move slowly, to be careful.
It is even easier to to be caring, in my opinion, to take stock of everything one has ignored on those sunny days. Like dusting the tops of doorways and rearranging the papers on my desk. Or folding fabric.
And somewhere in between baking and finding a chore or craft for the children to do, the creative mojo finds its way to surface.
On days like this, I can hear myself.
Have a safe and wonderful weekend everyone.