(The winter doldrums also cause me to speak in run-on sentences.)
So, naturally, whenever anybody who does not live in my area complains that spring hasn't arrived yet, I get annoyed. Because I know they've had a few nice days with that thing called sunshine, and I also happen to know they have NO SNOW ON THE GROUND! (Friends in Minnesota and the Dakotas, I am not talking about you.) And whenever I see these complaints come across my Facebook feed I want to type YOU HAVE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! LOOK AT ALL THE SNOW I DEAL WITH! MY WINTER IS LONGER AND MORE HORRIBLE AND MORE AWFUL THAN YOUR WINTER! I WIN FOR WORST WINTER! ME, ME, ME, FEEL SORRY FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
But I don't. Except sometimes I say something a little snarky, maybe. And then I feel bad. Because, really? Everybody is entitled to put their pouty pants on sometimes.
But I am allowed to wear them more often than you! Because I have more snow AND I live further away from a temple.
Yeah, that's right. I live further away from a temple than you do.
So General Conference was last weekend. For those of you who do not share my faith, this is when every six months we all stay home from church and watch a total of eight hours of meetings broadcast from Salt Lake City spread over Saturday and Sunday. And it is wonderful. Anyway, one of the things that happens each General Conference is the announcement of new temples to be built. We all look forward to this announcement with bated breath, because it is so amazing to watch the growth of the church as temples are built all over the world.
Ever since I moved here, I have watched this announcement with even more anticipation than usual because I love the temple and now we are a seven hour drive away from one (or a 45 minute flight). I always say a little prayer that this will finally be the conference where they announce a temple to be built in Green Bay. Green Bay is still four hours away, but that would mean two or three temple trips per year instead of just one.
And then they didn't announce a temple in Green Bay. They announced one in Cedar City instead.
Maybe you know that I used to live in Cedar City. Which is about an hour away from a temple right now.
And then I started seeing the posts come across my Facebook feed about how exciting the Cedar City Temple news was (and it is!) and about how it will be so very nice not to have to make that excruciatingly long trek down to the St. George temple anymore. And I had to sit on my hands so I wouldn't type things like YOU HAVE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT! LOOK AT HOW FAR AWAY I LIVE FROM A TEMPLE! MY DRIVE TO A TEMPLE IS LONGER AND MORE HORRIBLE AND MORE AWFUL THAN YOURS IS! I WIN FOR FURTHEST AWAY FROM A TEMPLE! ME, ME, ME, FEEL SORRY FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
And then I started listening to my thoughts a little bit. And I remembered what it was like to live in Cedar City. I remembered that I lived there for three years, and Joel and I did not make it down to St. George very often for the express purpose of going to the temple. In fact, we probably made it once a year, and I'm very embarrassed to admit that.
I started realizing that I have no right to judge all those Cedar City residents who are excited to have a temple in their own town. They deserve a temple. And it IS a long trek down to St. George. It wasn't easy for me to make it down there because something else always got in the way. In some ways, it's easier to have to drive all the way down to Chicago, because we have to make a whole weekend of it and it's a little harder for something to get in the way of that.
So, I decided maybe it was time to take off my pouty pants (they've been on far too long) and realize we all have something to pout about. And even if my winter is longer than yours and my temple is further away, I'm quite sure you can come up with many things in your life that are more horrible and more awful than they are in mine (maybe even that you have a longer winter and are further from a temple)(because maybe you live in Antarctica). So pout away! I will no longer demand that the whole world feel sorry for ME ME ME!
And then when I start feeling sorry for myself, I'll remember all the great things about living where I live. Like, now that it's "spring," it stays light until 8:45 pm! On April freaking eleventh! I love that! And when it's summer it's light until nearly midnight! MY SUN SETS LATER THAN YOUR SUN DOES! I WIN FOR MOST LIGHT IN THE SPRING AND SUMMER! ME, ME, MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I may feel differently if I wake up tomorrow morning to a snow day, which, according to the weatherman is extremely likely. But even if it is a snow day tomorrow, I promise not to wear my pouty pants for too long. Just a few hours, and then I will take them off and find something wonderful about the snow.