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The Rut Less Traveled - Just CHILL OUT

Article Date: 
9 December, 2011 (All day)

With winter’s wonderland weighing upon us, ‘Chill Out’ may not seem like a fitting phrase for the frozen.  Nurse Nature’s yearly chill-pill is always a tough one to swallow, even with a cup of hot chocolate waiting to warm us.  While sniveling and shivering shovelers attempt to clear a safe path through the white wasteland, daring drivers attempt to traverse the snow and ice covered roads, where one slip up can quickly lead to a pile up; for snowflakes and no brakes do not a safe trip make.

 

Winter can also be especially difficult for those Sunbirds who live in a climate with no snow to know snow’s dangers. However, we can all learn to weather the weather whether we’re shoveling or driving.  Wearing a warmer wardrobe and having the right equipment is crucial, but knowing how to use it is equally important as we wage our winter warfare more wisely.

 

While it’s important to be able to trust our vehicles, we must also learn to trust our own inner winter wisdom, too. Even though our vehicles are winter worthy sometimes we have to go slower than the speed limits to stay safe.  Even for those who tempt their fate with technology, I hope they wait to send that sweet tweet or answer that life or death phone call, because that’s just what it might end up being! 

 

Such are the seasons of our lives when emotional winters weigh heavily upon our hearts and minds. Our feelings feel frozen and we’re tired of our tires spinning in vain. This is when we must trust our inner winner to endure the winter and find a way to spring back into action.  In such times we should avoid slippery places and people.  Stay closer to those who will keep us safe and warm.  Let their nice melt the ice and soften hearts.  Learn to slow down and take more time with what and who matters most. If all else fails, chill out and remember that the sun will shine again and melt the messes.  Spring will bring new blooms of hopes and dreams to replace those frozen by the gloom of the snowstorms of the past.