It’s humbling to admit to reality, most certainly when that reality is winter – a spiritual and emotional winter.
 I have always struggled with winter – in Winnipeg, when it got cold I would hunker down, disengage with the world, and wait for thaw. I have watched others bundled up in layers, walk out into the blistering cold and then find beauty barren landscape. But when times get tough and stepping out into the world could mean frost burn (emotional or physical), I have chosen to escape reality. A good fantasy novel was my escape throughout high school – lately I chose fantasy television. I miss the good books – it is much more wholesome to cuddle up with a friendly novel than to cuddle up in front of an emotionless computer screen. But to some extent the sentiment is the same: I want a way to disengage.
And that seems to be my reality.  

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