It’s a cool, windy, overcast day in Melbourne. It’s been a few weeks since the winter solstice, so it’s the equivalent of a mid-January day, but it feels like a Hudson Valley autumn. It was in the mid-50’s this morning, so I had the doors open and a gentle breeze swept through the house, ringing the hallway wind chime as it went.
I closed the door by mid-day though, because the wind was bringing rain, and the soft pattering was already starting. I’m curled up on the couch now, under a blanket with a hot water bottle and a cup of tea.
Days like these make me miss the valley. I miss the beautiful autumnal colours and the wood stove fires. The little cold-weather traditions like picking apples and Thanksgiving, preparing for holidays and getting excited about going skiing. There’s none of that here – no winter holidays, no snow, and no big harvest.
It’s funny how missing something can make you feel all your sadness and discomfort is down to this one thing that isn’t available. If only I were there. But the truth is, missing something is just a convenient scapegoat. Emotional discomfort and missing something are actually entirely separate. I have certainly felt very happy and missed something at the same time. One does not go hand in hand with the other.
I’m trying to remember that this week. My happiness is up to me. It doesn’t depend on me being a certain place or with certain people. Though that does often help, it doesn’t provide everlasting emotional comfort or stability. I’m the only one that can provide that for myself.
For further reading: My sister in law posted up this cool article on Facebook this week – a checklist of sorts of skills that create happier people.