It is no great secret that I am not what one might call "a snow person". I don't like cold weather in general, and the snow (as pretty as it is) tends to make a mess of things, especially traffic. Cars slide down hills, slip on ice, collide into each other, and make insurance premiums rise. I've experienced first-hand multiple times the reality that cars do not ice skate well.
But seeing as I cannot control the weather, I might as well make the most of it. Don't get me wrong -- getting into a car still induces in me a knee-jerk, white-knuckled kind of panic in this kind of weather. But during this brief season where I don't have to worry about getting to work, I have a choice when the snow comes: stay inside and be the snow grinch, or pile on the layers and get out and play in it.
I chose the latter, and (my apologies to Robert Frost) that made a tremendous difference.
It's just like a lot of things in life, I guess: we can't often choose or manipulate our circumstances to our liking. If we could, a lot of things in my life would be very, very different right now. And so today, instead of writhing with fury and becoming overwhelmed by sadness, I'm choosing to focus my energies on being grateful that Ewan was here, and that I got to hold him for a little while. My life will always be the better for it.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all. Much love to you and yours!