6:00 am: Wake up for the fifth time since midnight and notice no tinkling sound of ice falling outside. Look out the window with a sinking heart upon seeing very little ice shining from the glow of the streetlights.
6:10 am: Check phone compulsively for a text or a FB post saying church has been cancelled today. No dice. Try to gather the wherewithal to drag myself out of bed and begin getting ready to leave the house.
6:15 am: Nearly faint with joy when the text finally arrives: All services cancelled due to icy conditions. Send multiple group texts to alert volunteers I’m responsible for, so they know to stay home today.
6:17 am: Snuggle back under the covers and sleep until 10:00 am. TEN O’CLOCK! I haven’t slept that late since the time I had a 10-day bout of flu!
And now, here I sit in my jammies at 12:30, enjoying the best of all possible worlds (well, except for the fact that Oldest and Youngest are far, far away instead of sitting around with me enjoying a cup of coffee, silly conversation, and a round of Bananagrams). Just enough ice to make the church parking lot too slippery for safety, but not nearly enough to create power outages.
To top it all off, I’ve just read a very helpful, hopeful, and inspiring comment on my post from yesterday. When I started blogging over three years ago, I had no idea I would end up making friends all over the world who would actually make a difference in my life. But that’s what I’ve experienced, and I’m thankful.
I’m now able to look ahead to the coming week with some sense of positivity. One of the most difficult situations I’ve been dealing with at work will almost certainly come to an end this week. Not the end I would have preferred, but an end that will allow me to square my shoulders and move on. I think – just maybe – I might have the energy to look ahead and start making plans for something new. To paraphrase one of the goals of a community-wide team I love working with, “Something awesome will happen and I’ll know what it is when I see it.”