Winds Gotten Colder
The weather in the Bahamas has turned much cooler since Hurricane Matthew. We’ve had rainy, windy, cold days where I can bust out my rain jacket and feel like I belong. Honestly I sometimes took out my rain jacket simply because I couldn’t legitimately wear it otherwise so I’d force it. “Oh is that a sprinkle? I best put on my slicker.” When in reality a camel spit on my face. Who am I kidding, if a camel spit on my face it would have been a downpour and I would have put my boots on.
Anywho, I’m now able to wear my jacket for real and claim that the weather has turned cold. Naturally I say it’s cold while I’m wearing shorts and then people make some sort of snarky comment, “Yeah, cold for the Bahamas” or just “HA”. I lived in the desert for three years, there was no cold, there was no gusty wind, there were no rainy days, just hot hot hot. So when I say it’s cold, it’s cold gosh darn it. Regardless of my choice of bottoms.
This brings me around (finally, I know) to my point, which is that I have come to thrive on the sunshine. Most of the time I would lounge around on my purple, sort of comfy but also sort of a let down of a sofa feeling bad about spending the day lounging on the sofa. “I should be out, I should be doing something!” Granted that something probably would have been indoors because let’s face it, it’s the desert. We all know that we are conditioned to believe that when it’s sunny we must be outside and when it’s rainy, it’s finally socially acceptable to lounge inside. I think it’s time we break that mold. When it’s sunny, it’s a-okay to sit inside and eat chips off your chest while watching Netflix and finding leftover cheesecake under the couch. And when it’s rainy, you can be active, you can adventure, you can do life changing things!
Unless you’re me. I cannot. I cannot be active when it rains. The sunshine has spoiled me and when it’s not shining, I’m not shining. I mean of course I still wear my upbeat, sparkling personality but all I want to do is curl up under my covers. I rarely needed to curl up in my bed in Dubai because it was hot, you would sweat. No one wants sweaty sheets so I’d keep to the purple couch. But now, it’s cold (reference back if you don’t believe me) and I can’t fight it, I have no strength against the wind and the rain. I want to embrace it and then sleep. And sleep and sleep.
I’m going to avoid being in my room and just live in the gym instead. But not work out. Just lie on the floor in workout clothes and look like I’m doing some bomb ass yoga workout. Sorted.