Yesterday was the First Day of Spring, and our topic this week is how we deal with spring fever. But even though I dislike the hassle of driving through deep snow and worrying about whether or not my kids and grandkids get to their destinations safely, I don’t really mind winter – it’s a fact of life here in Michigan. I don’t get spring fever because I’ve always preferred to be indoors no matter what time of year it is. I don’t mind the outdoors – it’s just not where I choose to be. When I go outside, it’s often because I need to get from one place to another, or to check on a grandchild or pet who’s gone out to play.
I’m not a total hermit. We have a three-season porch on the back of our house, and there’s a nice table and chairs out there. Once the warm weather is here to stay we’ll open the storm windows out there and most days a nice breeze will blow through it. Sometimes I’ll take my laptop out there to write – because inside, my hubby will have the television on and I need to avoid the distraction. As far as I’m concerned, that’s close enough to being outdoors. And two or three times a week I will lace up my gym shoes and walk around the “long block” – which is almost a mile.
So I guess I have to look at this question with a different slant than others. The original question posed to us was “How do you battle the desire to be outside enjoying the fresh air?” But for me, it seems the question is “How do I overcome my preference for being indoors?” Rather than anxiously awaiting the time when I can do things outdoors, I have to psych myself into leaving my comfy home. When I go for walks, it’s not because I enjoy it, but because I know I need the exercise. I’ve mentioned my daily to-do list – today’s list actually has “go for a walk” on it. If I don’t put it there, I’m more likely to put it off until the next day—or the next.
As the weather continues to warm up I’ll spend more time outside. I still have two grandchildren who participate in organized sports, (soccer and softball) so once in a while I’ll pack up my lawn chair and head to whatever field they’re playing on and watch. Last summer my daughter’s bluegrass band played a few gigs outdoors, and that was fun, too. Another daughter and her husband host an annual Fourth of July picnic at their spacious home outside of town. And we have an in-ground pool in our back yard. If the water gets warm enough (80 degrees or more) I’ll get in it. The community band I play in has two Concerts in the Park each summer, so I’ll slather on the bug repellent and hope no stray insects fly into my mouth or nose when I’m trying to breathe.
Am I ready for spring? Absolutely. Have I been longing for it? Not especially. It’s the season that follows winter, and the one that precedes summer. I’ve accepted that, as well as the fact that I need to shut down this laptop and do something else.
Like go outside and get the mail.