Snow Day

Why I Think the Universe is Trying to Tell Me to Take the Day Off  

I woke up on Saturday, the day after Valentine’s Day, a little bit late for my exercise class.  I peeled myself out of the warm bed to face the day, washed my face, realized I was late, hurried myself along and caught a glimpse of the snow coming down outside our window.  The roads were covered in slushy, wet snow with sparse tracks and no sign of a plow.   If I was going to leave, I had to do it this instant – and with my lateness and the weather, I would already be arriving a few minutes late.  The last time this happened to me (now writing this, I’m realizing I should probably wake up earlier), I was caught in standstill traffic and had to cancel the class while I was only 5 miles away but what would likely have taken me 45 minutes to complete. 

I decided, against my relatively rigid routine, to return beneath the covers and spend another hour or so watching the snowfall from the safety and comfort of the bed.    I was notified 30 minutes after class would have begun that classes today were cancelled due to unexpected, inclimate weather. I was relieved that my choice to nestle back to bed was one that was being rewarded. 

So on Sunday, when I was preparing to leave for an afternoon class, I could have recognized the warning signs.  I, running late. The sky, opening up and aggressively snowing. I, driving through terrible weather. The class? Cancelled. 

And, to be honest: I didn’t want to go to the class.  I was tired, a bit rundown and looking forward to another cozy day of movies and stew-style foods (as one does in the winter). I could have chosen to not go, but I felt indebted to the money spent on the class and the commitment I had made to myself.  There’s a lot to balance, a special dance between listening to the body and limiting excuses.  So, this afternoon I took it easy – edited this video & lazed about.  I’m glad the universe was on my side this weekend.