Facing the Cold.

When it turns cold, I've always been the kind who bundles and binds myself up with the hope not to feel it. I say to myself, life throws me icy ache and I'll melt it with cozy cuddles and sunshine blankets and silly smiley faces embroidered on over-priced pillows.

Lately though, I have been shifting the narrative. I've been inviting the cold in. Sitting with the winter instead of running toward the hope of the summer heat. Rather than scolding the glacial chill and telling it that is has no right to be here. I've been saying things like,

"Hi there, what is it you need to say?"

I've been listening and learning and leaning in. Making friends with goosebumps so to say.

And it's now that I realize all this time when I said, "I hate the cold," what I meant was, I'm afraid of it.