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I hate hot climates. Decidedly and passionately. I lived in subtropical regions for almost the entirety of my life. Last year’s move was a relief. Though the climate here is mostly mild, there is some semblance of a winter season. The months pass and the changing weather brings a sense of excitement. Things that never made sense to me in the perpetual summer of South Florida are things that I now enjoy. Hot chocolate in the winter, grilling in the summer. Wearing shorts. The possibility of growing a small vegetable garden…

But I digress…

I hate the heat with all my heart. So I cannot be blamed when I was shocked that the humble purchase of a freaking space heater of all things has become an unexpected source of comfort. I got it because I work in the kitchen and my kitchen is cold. It was getting to the point of being a distraction, as my body couldn’t get comfortable. I cannot afford anything else to rob me of my ability to focus. So I ordered it and excitedly set it up and ohhhh, maybe it’s the island blood that dances in my veins but it somehow helps me sleep better. I wake up feeling refreshed, my muscles soft and my smile relaxed. My husband has been nagging me for using it (in his defense the room gets warm and he hates the heat too) so I carry it with me to the next room, or open a window. Because it’s not the sensory experience of a hot room I crave. It’s the warmth in my body I need the most. It’s even helped me take the edge of my anxiety. My daughter is still sick, so I feel like this little heater has been a lifesaver. 😊 Who woulda thought? Sometimes I wonder what other thing will help my anxiety. I think pacing is one. I was really anxious earlier and pacing helped. I hope to find more things to soothe me. I’m tired of being my own worst enemy and gritting my teeth to survive it all.