Yesterday I woke up to a winter wonderland, again.
Felt like the movie Groundhog Day.
Remember Bill Murray waking up day after day and experiencing the exact same thing over and over?
“I’ll give you a winter prediction: it’s gonna be cold , it’s gonna be grey, and it’s gonna last for the rest of your life.”
When I watched Groundhog Day, I felt a sensation of rising panic in my restless soul.
I hate routine and the idea of living the same day over and over endlessly made me feel like I was trapped in a funhouse that wasn’t fun. (Oh, that sounds like pregnancy..)
That’s how I expected to feel yesterday.
But, as I watched a heavy, endless stream of snowflakes dancing around in the sky and piling up on every outside surface, I actually felt happy, amazed really.
Here we are in what is often considered the power center of the world — the all-mighty American bastion of democracy, and yet, snow — that innocent-looking white, fluffy soft stuff — manages to shut down the U.S. government, close schools, stop major transportation systems, and keep all the powerful people either stuck at home or stuck in a snowdrift off the side of a road somewhere.
You’ve got to respect the weather, not just here, but everywhere.
In a metaphoric game of rock, paper, scissors, it always wins.
There’s no controlling or subduing it.
What that means is that we need to stop and control or subdue ourselves.
So, yesterday, I thought, I can hate this day and whine about the cold and the cabin fever. I can rant about how it should be spring OR I can enjoy it and honor the fact that weather always wins and make the best of it.
So, that’s what we did.
We shoveled, scraped and chipped ice with everyone else, but we also marveled at the beauty of our neighborhood blanketed in what we hope was the last gasp of winter.
I’m ready for his pink suit coat. I’m ready for anything pink and flowery.
I’m choosing to believe Al and believe that yesterday’s storm was the last big hurrah.
Yippee! Spring is on its way.
Let the thaw begin!
I need to get the frozen Christmas decorations out of the planter on the porch.
Bring on the tulips, the pansies, the daffodils, green grass and leafy trees.
Let’s “march” toward spring.
I’m so ready.