6 AM. It's cold again. Google says it's 15 below. I'll be delivering mail in it all day. There were times yesterday when my fingers burned. The tips of some of them have cracked. It doesn't take long opening and closing metal and plastic mailbox doors all day long. On long driving stretches I would alternate putting a hand in a jacket pocket to warm it.
I quit complaining about the cold a long time ago. Oh, I feel the resistance to it. There are times when I do everything I can to talk myself out of entering it. But I think what it comes down to is there is nothing I can do about it. The cold just is. The only thing I can do is pay attention to my reactions to it. The more I resist it the worse it gets. If it wasn't for the cold I wouldn't appreciate warmth, the warmth of this fire, etc.
That's it for now. Not much, but it's something. Words have been written. That part of me is kept alive amidst the daily demands of life.
I hope you have a great day. Stay warm. :-)
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