I live in the northeast where weather  makes you its bitch for a few months. It’s more commonly referred to as, “winter.” It does what it wants, when it wants, regardless of your plans. It’s a time where weather-based complaining reaches record highs, with phrases like: “I’m over winter already.” Or “I can’t stand cold weather!”  I could fill a few pages with Facebook posts alone, but you get the idea.

You were thinking about flying somewhere warm? Not so fast.

You were thinking about flying somewhere warm? Not so fast, my friend.

Having spent the previous year in the near perfect climate of Southern California, I experienced a phenomenon I’ve since dubbed “Weather Guilt.”

Winter in Southern California. Poison to your frozen eyes.

Winter in Southern California. Poison to your frozen eyes.

It’s the feeling of overwhelming guilt felt when not taking advantage of a nice day by staying inside working, playing video games, or watching whole seasons of some show on Netflix. Most of the country finds these beautiful days where it’s not blisteringly cold, rainy, or oppressively humid hard to come by so we cherish them. In San Diego, I saw maybe 20 days in a whole year where it wasn’t gorgeous out and so I was always finding ways to be outside. Sounds wonderful right? Kind of.

Snow, a perfect reason to forsake all productive enterprises.

Snow, a perfect reason to forsake all productive enterprises.

After countless months of beautiful weather, I yearned for a day of inclement weather where I could sit around and watch TV or play video games free of guilt. That’s right. I felt guilty about lying around all day watching football– which is my God-given right as an American, so I shouldn’t have to feel bad about it.

Your team is nothing without you screaming at them from the comfort of your own home.

Your team is nothing without you screaming at them from the comfort of your own home.

Then it hit me. Winter is such a necessary part of our lives and as much as we complain about it, it’s something we all secretly love, and crave, like black licorice or reality TV. It allows us a huge chunk of guilt-free vegging.

It’s 20 degrees out with freezing rain? Snuggle up to 15 episodes of Downton Abbey in a row.  It gets dark at 4 pm? That new PS4 won’t play itself.

That's about the only thing it doesn't do.

That’s about the only thing it doesn’t do. (Not an advertisement, just an observation)

We need this stretch of laziness to make us appreciate outdoor activities like drinking at the beach or drinking at outdoor bars, and ya know, maybe hiking or something. It prepares us for spring and summer where we feel bad about staying inside so we go outside and find things to take pictures of as proof.

Nothing like enjoying nature to its Instagrammed fullest.

Nothing like enjoying nature to its Instagrammed fullest.

So go ahead and continue dumping on winter and its nasty weather, but know that deep down we cherish that weather for allowing us to relax on our couches all weekend for 3 months straight. (5 months if you live in the Midwest or New England)

I know that I’ve gained a great appreciation for winter over the past year – especially because without it you probably wouldn’t have been bored enough to read this. So I thank you winter.

Stay warm out there, folks.

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