A lesson learned from a snow day.

I woke up to an anticipated snow day...again. Third snow day in two weeks which is awesome now but will be miserable in June when I am at work making up said snow days. We knew it was coming. A true snow lover can smell the snow about 12 hours out. There is a sweetness in the air and a halo around the moon. After my early morning wake up to verify the day of freedom, I fell back to sleep which is very rare for me. Usually it is "eyes open, feet on the floor" for me. Not my choice, just the way I am. The added rest would certainly be beneficial. I"ve been in a little funk--don't like my hair, job is stressing me out, can't get the house picked up or the junk mail recycled---ugh---not enough energy or hours in the day. So along comes a day off...a bonus day. Oh I could go through all that mail and bag some clothes for the rummage sale. Did I mention the Christmas decorations are still in disarray in the cellar? Yeah, I could do all that...or I can play in the snow. Like a kid from the 60s playing in the snow with the smell of wet wool and cheeks so rosy they look sunburned. And I chose to play. I chose to have a day of freedom from being an adult with all the responsibilities and jobs. I chose to go back to being a kid in the snow on a snow day from school. I rolled in the snow, threw it at my dog, screamed as I rode a plastic sled down the hill and I felt happy. I took my snow day and I lived it to the fullest. Ah, a lesson learned. We need to take time to be a kid...to frolic, to laugh, to let it all go. It felt right and I will remember to do it again...whether on a snow day or not. Won't you join me?