I’m currently sitting at the San Diego airport waiting to board a flight headed to Denver. I’ll be working in Denver tomorrow and will be back to San Diego tomorrow night. I’ll then be home on Wednesday and off to San Francisco on Thursday for the (US Thanksgiving) holiday! I chose to live in coastal Southern California for multiple reasons – one of those being its temperate weather all-year-round. I love having access to 60-80 F (~15 – 27 C -with some standard deviations) weather most of the year. The rain is occasional and while I can drive to see snow, it’s never near me. My love of sun, the ocean, and all things coastal temporarily subsides twice a year: around Thanksgiving and around Christmas. I spent 19 years of my life on the East coast. There’s a part of my mind that is programmed to want snow around the holidays.
Think: Cabin, fireplace, hot cocoa, sledding, at least a foot of snow. I have this fantasy that someday I’ll rent a cabin and host a giant Christmas/Holiday party for those people I most adore. It’ll have to be on the West Coast in the mountains either in: (Northern) California, Colorado, Montana, Utah, Washington or Wyoming. I want it to be a week long event and located either near a ski resort or a large mountain with accessible trails near a lake. There will be lots of food, silly Christmas music, holiday PJs, cheesy holiday love movies, winter outdoor activities/winter sports, hot cocoa, ugly sweaters, Alpine trees, but mostly – lots and lots of love. I want the event to be centered around community rather than gifting.
Word on multiple media outlets is that Denver is getting a snow storm tonight! WISH GRANTED. While driving in the snow (particularly during a storm) is one of the most anxiety-inducing activities for me, getting my holiday snow fix will hopefully balance the difficult driving. I’m also excited to see Nick again! Here’s to hoping for smooth travel plans as well as an efficient/productive visit, prior to some time off in the Bay area!
Lastly, I’d like to close this off by sharing the “Man in the Arena” quote I referred to when writing about Brené Brown on 19-Nov-2019 (I always find these words to be particularly comforting around the holiday season):
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”