Like all seasons, though, winter has a purpose. There is a reason for the frigid temperatures that accompany it. The winter season provides essential rest and renewal for our Michigan ecosystem. This pause allows plants to store energy, animals to hibernate, and the eventual snowmelt to replenish our many water sources. Winter is a crucial dormant period for nature.

But it still sucks, in my humble opinion.

Each winter, I have to remind myself that it holds the promise of spring. Of new life. Of renewal. Of beauty.

I’ve spent seasons of my life wishing them away—waiting for the next one with bated breath.

As I’ve gotten older (and a little wiser, I’d like to think), I’ve come to realize that each season holds its own kind of beauty. I’ve learned—slowly—how to appreciate winter.

Because with winter comes the opportunity for cozy nights in. A slower pace. And space for reflection.

And maybe the same is true in life. The seasons that feel cold, quiet, or unproductive may actually be doing important work beneath the surface. Storing energy. Preparing roots. Making room for what comes next.

I may still hate being cold. But I’m learning that winter—both outside and within—doesn’t mean nothing is happening. It just means something is quietly being made new.