missin' the heat

Being Canadian you would think that I would be used to the winter by now.
That I would embrace and love it.
Get into the spirit of things and strap on the skis, lace up the skates and savour the crisp (aka frigid) air.
But for some reason this year I just can't get into it.
No matter how hard I try, I would rather just cozy up inside and wait until it's over.
And to be completely honest the weather hasn't even been that bad so far this year considering we experienced above record temperatures in January.
edited to add: should have kept my mouth shut- holy snow storm!!
So I'm not sure why I'm so anti-winter this year.
But then again, when I really think about it, I do tend to get like this every February.
So I suppose this isn't really anything new.

Having just spent last week in Miami, I can't help to wonder how much better life would be if you didn't have to bundle up every time you stepped outside.
Putting multiple layers on everyone (even on the dog) trying to figure out how to be somewhat fashionable and practical, yet still warm enough to feel the tips of your fingers and toes.
Doing your best not to brush up against salty car doors or step in wet salty puddles at the front door when taking off  big clunky boots.
And I'm sorry...I don't care how trendy they are, I still feel super unattractive when sporting winter clothes.
They really don't do it for me.

So I can't stop thinking that if I didn't live in a climate that was so extreme, would I feel happier and healthier?
Would I be a much more active and positive person?
Do people who live in warmer climates lead better lives?
Get less colds and not suffer from super dry skin (damn all that hand washing & germ fighting) not to mention indoor heating cranked to the max.

I'm probably just in a bit of a post holiday slump.
And kind of bummed that concept of retirement on the beaches of Florida are far away..

But maybe a weekend on the slopes or on the nearest skating rink sipping hot chocolate will make me feel better and help me to get into the glacially numbing spirit of things.

Or not.

Then again, maybe a weekend in front of the fire reading, watching movies and drinking wine would be much more fun.

Only six more weeks to go after all.