This winter has been unseasonably cold, even for Florida. As winter weather goes, Florida isn't nearly as frigid as the rest of the country, but the last few weeks of chilly weather have been unpleasant. When you live in 90 degree weather for 8-9 months out of the year and the temperature suddenly dips into the 40's or 50's that drastic drop in temperature is jarring. (I know, I know, people in the northern areas of the world deal with negative weather and horrible wind chills, but a 40 degree drop in temperature still feels harsh, regardless.)
The most challenging aspect of this frosty weather is that it's testing my morals and values. When the scary part of the pandemic happened in 2020, I had promised myself that if I ever was able to be on a stage again that I would take every opportunity and relish it. I have earnestly made good on that promise and have been hitting the stages pretty hard for the last 12-18 months.
However, twice in this last artic month, I have opted out of hitting an open mic (or even leaving my house), just so I can lay under a blanket. I felt a little guilty about this decision, but I also felt very cold and it's really warm under the covers. Plus, having 4 cats, there was always a minimum of 3 cats under the covers with me at all times. I know reaching for the stars and following your dreams is important, but so is being in a 4-way snuggle with the sweetest kitties known to man.
I don't know if this post has a deeper message, probably not. I am one day hoping to write something inspiring enough to use as a Ted Talk or a keynote address. This may not be it. I just know that when temptation is out there, do your best to resist it, but if you can't...grab a cat or two and give into the warmth.
**** No gigs were cancelled in the making of this blog post. If I would have agreed to appear in anything but an open mic, my miserable ass would been at the venue.*****
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