That a lot of snow looked like this.
Now I know it looks like this.
Or this (that probe is 133 centimeters long !).
I used to think all kitchens looked some form of this.
Now I know they can also look like this.
I used to think I didn't like the cold or need to snow.
I used to think 30 degrees could never ever feel warm.
I used to think there were physical activities I wasn't strong enough to do (I mean, there definitely are some).
Or those that just didn't suit me.
It's when I'm not in my comfort zone, and rarely when I am, that I learn that a lot of the things I think are just easier, or safer, but quite often wrong and sheltered.
It is a beautiful sunny Saint Patrick's Day here in Manhattan. And while I'm elated at the sun + warmer temperatures, I'm so thankful that I've spent the last few weeks learning things about myself and the world in a very different environment than I'm accustomed to.
Happy Sunny Saint Patrick's Day.