Snow days. They’re like the free space on Bingo. A gift just for playing. Life can get so ridiculously busy, but a snow day is like the gift of time. A day to slow down, look around, and enjoy the muffled silence of that beautiful blanket of white. A day to forget work, chores, your workout, your diet. Fathers take time to play with their kids; mothers do that baking they can never seem to get to.
Now that I’ve had the luxury of waking up without an alarm, what will I do? I will eat bacon – that’s a given and what usually gets us to the grocery store with the bread and toilet paper-buying masses prior to a storm. I will drink an extra cup of coffee as I gaze out the window. I will pick up a book and spend as much time as I like with it. If I get stir crazy, I’ll shovel the sidewalk, or try to coax the dog out for a walk. (He won’t go. He’s got short, chilly legs.) I’ll catch up with long distance family on the phone. I’ll binge on Netflix and drink a beer whenever I want.
Snow days are a time to slow down. Reflect if you want. I truly think they are a gift from God intended to shut down the noise that clutters our lives. How will you spend yours?