There is tremendous pressure for one to enjoy summer days, especially in a country like ours that is famous for its long, cold, dreary winter.
The media keeps reminding me that I should feel the urge to dip into a cold lake or a splash pad, line up a series of outdoor activities, fire up the BBQ (daily), swarm restaurant patios, move my office (laptop) outside…
And if you opt to be indoors in, gasp, an air-conditioned house, you should feel that you have wasted away some precious moments of your life.
Am I the only one who feels the pressure?
The truth is, I don’t feel that “sunny, oh gosh, I *must* go outside” urge. I did once, when I was a sunworshipper (we did not know better then) and my one and only goal was to achieve that golden crispiness we considered beauty. Since I became a sunscreen advocate, that bright yellow ball outside suddenly appeared rather evil.
Air-conditioning is no evil
Don’t get me wrong. I do go outside; I am no vampire. But I quite enjoy the beauty of an air-conditioned room. Preferably with a large window so I can see the sunny joy but still bathed in a cool 22C. Really, it is ok to want it all and have it all.
Are you with me?