So I was on the phone with an awesome sister of mine the other day and we were mutually lamenting the lameness that is winter. I mean, yeah, snow, gray days and nipping at your nose is cute for a while, but it really grates on you come February (all those who disagree with me: you are wrong.) The lust for life is sputtering out, the things we once thought were wonderful are a bore or a chore or just make me snore. (More? Sure.)
But the great thing is that my sister Michelle is not one to gripe and moan about something just for the sake of griping and moaning about it. We start digging around for solutions: how do we defeat this beast that is the winter doldrums? Somehow we came up with the idea to do something that is clearly out of our comfort zone, but well within the zone of another. Therefore for me, it meant doing something like taking a dance class (much like the ones Michelle teaches) or for her, writing a story (much like the one I hammer out now and then) or something.
It's our homework now. By the end of the week, we have to report to each other about the something'er'other we participated in that was decidedly Michellian or K. Marieish.
So I think for me that means going to take a run in the blizzard (like Michelle would most likely do) or embarrassing myself in a ballet class at my gym, or...starting a high profile dance wear business. This might be a little tough. I think all Michelle will have to do is eat a pound of chocolate and watch the "Biggest Loser". That's what I did this morning!
Any suggestions? Anyone want to join me in momentarily being a different person, if only to confuse the shiz out of winter?