The only way out is through
Is there anybody else who too, is like me (non-judgmental drumbeats, please :)), scared of winters? The uncomfort that stems from the cold has over the years translated into a fear that holds me back during the rest of the year from savouring the non-winter months, because the subconscious head keeps busy pyschogically analysing the supposed trauma I picture I'm going to have to brave ahead. And no, not preparing for the trauma, just being fearful of the inevitable. Upon quite a lot of deliberate thinking, I have reached a rather embarassing conclusion- My winters tend to be calmer (at least mentally) because when the trauma is the present, I focus my energies on fighting it and not being afraid of it. One way or another, I find my way around the chilly mornings that drive in me an aversion towards getting out of that cozy blanket, and wearing full-sleeves clothes and disagreeable sweaters (ew panic setting yet again heh), and not being able to drink iced lemonade in the afternoo
