This year marked the convergence of Super Bowl Sunday and
Groundhog Day, which may have stolen a bit of the limelight from Phil and his
annual prediction. With the sighting of his chubby, round shadow, ‘six more
weeks of winter’ got his nod this year. Even so, I feel optimistic.
As a four-season-climate gal, something about February always marks
a turning point for me in terms of winter at least feeling like it’s fading
away, while spring is inching closer. Finally, the long, dark, seemingly-endless days of January
slip into history once again.
Whether it’s an early spring or a bit of a longer winter, Phil gets
us looking forward. And, therein, I believe, lies the magic.
It's such a common phrase: “I’m looking forward
to that.”
We say it all the time, and hear it said by others. ‘Looking
forward’ is a universal human action, its very essence synonymous with hope.
We look forward to small things: getting to sleep in after a
long week, going out to a favorite restaurant, watching the big game, or
indulging in a little retail therapy. We look forward to big things, too:
getting a driver’s license, graduating high school, getting married, or a baby's birth.
Looking forward reminds us that time marches on, with us or
without us. It keeps us going when the chips are down, and, in an ironic way, reminds us to appreciate the moments we’re in, because they can never exist
again.
Albert Einstein said, “Learn from yesterday, live for today,
hope for tomorrow.”
And, I'm looking forward to giving that a try ;)
-The Grocer’s Wife