There, I said it. Im 41 and a bit (OK, quite a lot) and when I see snow I get an irresistible urge to go outside and play. Sensible Sarah thinks she should stay indoors, look out of the window and write disgruntled snow-related posts on Facebook. But that’s crap, because all I really want to do is get outdoors and damn well kick snow around.
I even get a li’l bit excited when my phone wallpaper starts snowing. If you have a Samsung Galaxy, you’ll know what that means. It’s not always accurate but those snow flakes are so darn pretty…
So, I don’t care if that makes me sound like I’m about five. I love it. I love stomping through fresh snow, and leaving big old footprints. I love kicking piles of snow. I even like getting snowflakes on my nose. When I worked in an office, I loved snow because it meant I there was no freaking way I could get into work and I got a day off. Now I work from home, I still love it…when nobody else wants to go out in it and everyone’s at home posting snowed-in statuses on Facebook, I get all the new snow to play in. Result!
So I think we should all play a little bit more. Do pointless things like kicking piles of leaves around or throwing snowballs. Go out when everyone else thinks you’re nuts and enjoy all the funny looks you get. I spent far too long worrying about what people thought of me and trying to be sensible. Today I thought to myself as I walked down the road towards the park and it started throwing the snow down again, “People are going to think I’m mad.”
….and then I did it anyway.