We don’t have a snow day today, and I’m about as happy as a wet cat.
Something deep within me ached for a day back at home, even if it still involved a full day of classes and meetings. The thought of getting up early, bundling up, clearing off the car, of navigating barely passable roads, and repeating the process at day’s end just seemed…disheartening.
But here I am, standing at my desk and ready for my first meeting of the day. And on days like this, it’s easy for me to give in to discouragement and crabbiness. Grouchiness fits like an old pair of jeans.
Unfortunately, that makes for a REALLY long day.
Instead, I’m setting my sights on the moments of gratitude and joy that I know await me today, in no particular order:
colleagues who check in…and mean it
a women’s night with folks who ground and inspire me
the wisdom of eleven year-olds
the Slice of Life writing community
a dog who’s happy to see me
deadlifts in the garage
the perfect hard-boiled egg, dipped in salt
helping folks do what they do, only better
long, deep breaths
…and all of the surprises this day has awaiting me…