It’s almost here, summertime. In some parts of the country I know you’re already feeling it. From talking to my peeps in the South, it’s in the 90’s. Where I am right now, it’s cloudy and in the 60’s. The North has some pretty close to perfect early summers. Later on, it’ll get hot and humid here. But not now.
Growing up in the South, I remember long, very hot, sticky days. The kind of days when you stepped outside, a sheen of sweat would embrace you like a second skin. You’d give up after awhile of trying to wipe it off. Instead, you’d accept it and it’d slow you down. Maybe that’s why the South has a reputation for being laid back, in our actions and words. When it’s that hot, you slow-w-w down. You just don’t have the energy. You get the reputation of being slow, languid, maybe dull sometimes. We’re not, we’re just hot.
The Northern winters tense the body up. Speech comes out short and clipped. You keep your head down and get to where you’re going — quickly. You don’t speak to many people. The cold takes your breath away sometimes and your breath comes out like puffs of smoke. You don’t have the energy or desire to slow down. You gotta get somewhere to get out of that cold. You don’t dilly-dally (yeah, I said dilly-dally), your stride is strong, purposeful, quick. You get the reputation of being rude, insensitive, perhaps angry. We’re not, we’re just cold.
Then, there’s that time of year wherever you are, that’s the sweet spot. Those days that are damn near perfect. People are out enjoying the weather. Eating outside. Playing. Your energy is just at the right level. You’re not slowed down from the heat or tensed up from the cold.
Life — It’s Like Seasons
It’s like life, isn’t it? It’s that feeling that we all want. Where things are just humming along perfectly. An even keel of not too much this and just the right amount of that.
Sometimes that “weather” lasts for awhile and then wham, a heat wave reduces you to stagnation or the mother of a blizzard or hurricane or tornado or something harsh comes out of nowhere that just rocks your world. It’ll slow you down or take your breath away and you’re left there, blinking in disbelief thinking, “I didn’t see that coming.”
But you weather those extremes, and then after the shock, when things settle down and you get back on track, you regain your hope and start looking forward to that sweet spot again. You know it’ll come around again, it always does.
During those extremes, you either slow down and embrace or speed up and go at a clipped, non-stop pace to get through it — to the other side, depending on how you deal with those circumstances.
And every one of those extreme “storms” make you long for and appreciate those sweet spots so much more. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, it comes — that even-keeled, blue-skied, just right feeling.
What do you do when things aren’t quite right? Do you speed up or slow down? Do you hate weather analogies? What season are you in right now — literally and metaphorically?
Do tell and listen to some good tunes. Happy weekend.