Well, what do you know. It’s snowing again. It snowed most of the day. It’s snowed for most of the past week. My kids have had 5 days off and 8 delayed starts since late December. Frankly, I’ve had it up to my stocking hat with snow!
Maybe you are one of those folks who likes snow. Goody for you. I was ready to be done with it when that first fluffy flake floated by and thumbed its frosty nose at me. I’m even more done with it now that I’ve seen a few hundred gazillion of his buddies.
I guess I liked snow when I was a kid. Must have–I spent hours playing in it. Not all in one stretch, mind you. I went in and out several times an hour, exchanging cold wet pants, gloves, socks and scarves for warm and dry ones. That’s probably one reason why I hate winter now–the pile of wet pants, gloves, socks and scarves are now stacked up at my back door.
It’s not just cold and messy, though. Snow is inconvenient. Yesterday morning I dashed to the barn to feed the horses their morning hay and backed right into an eighteen inch deep drift. Everything was a monchrome and I couldn’t tell deep from not deep. Even with four wheel drive, I was stuck up to my axles and, as my husband was already at his office, I had to dig myself out. Jolly.
And that’s not the worst of it. I haven’t been able to ride my horse outside in two months! Sure, we have an awesome indoor arena and I sound like a whiner for even bringing it up, but I want to ride outside. I want to get out on the trails, smell the soil, hear the birds and breathe air that doesn’t smell like old socks. Right now, I’d almost settle for not slipping on the ice between the barn and the pasture. Did I mention that I’ve fallen flat on my butt three times in three days? My horse is still laughing.
And so here I am. I’ve written complaints for the past ten minutes and it hasn’t changed the circumstances, hasn’t changed how much snow continues to fall outside (and it wasn’t even predicted!). So there it is. The point of this blog. If complaining doesn’t fix things, why do we do it?
I think I know the answer. It makes us feel good. Seriously! We want someone to feel sorry for us. You’ve heard the saying, “misery loves company.” I think it’s true. I think we complain because when we feel bad, we want to know that there’s someone out there who understands and sympathizes with our plight. And if someone sympathesizes with us, we share companionship, we share community. When we share community, we feel part of something bigger than ourselves. And when we feel a part of something bigger than ourselves, we feel good about ourselves.
So there you have it. Complaining makes us feel good. So go out and complain today. And if it’s about snow, you have my sympathy.