I will be the first to admit that I completely loathe winter. I am never warm enough, travel becomes difficult when it’s even a possibility and sky remains a consistent gray hue. It is so simple being sucked into a negative perspectives, and become cynical but in the words of one of my newly favorite characters, Hank Moody, it’s time to, ‘Dare to be an optimist.” One thing I will admit to love about my least favorite season is the snow.

Even though I love seeing the snow during the day, it is truly something magical in the evening. Watching it dance and glisten near streetlights as it piles up on my jeep is one of my favorite parts. It really is like Mother Nature’s own New Year’s confetti. It is so beautiful, and yet so delicate and I can’t resist trying to catch it.

I had lunch with a friend today, and as we were leaving, I caught myself talking about hating the cold, and she was quick to say, “but if it’s cold, I’m happy it is at least snowing.” Shortly after that, her two-year-old opened, and then put her precious face through the sunroof. Even though she let in all the cold air, watching her giggle as the snow was landing on her face made it all worth it and it made me forget it was only 10 degrees outside.

It is a new year, and the central thing I am really striving for, is that I want continue being this optimistic in all aspects of my life. I am overall a very positive person because I feel if we do not have hope, we have nothing. Plus, who wants to be miserable at all times? It may be miserably frigid outside, but I can embrace this season and I can at least wear my favorite sweaters, wear my favorite hats and catch all the snowflakes I want.