Every now and then a confluence of events on an otherwise normal day causes one’s outlook to change. The feelings of hope and promise replace a feeling of dread. Inspiration appears when before there was avoidance and neglect.
I went to sleep last night hoping for a two-hour delay this morning (a wintry mix of sleet and freezing rain was expected). At 5:30 a.m. I got the call—yes! One of the perks of being a teacher.
A short time later Liam and I enjoyed a brief moment at the table drinking our coffee alone, while the girls were still sleeping—a rare event indeed. We decided that every workday should begin at 10:00 a.m. The normal pace of our lives is too fast.
When the call came even later that school was cancelled for the day, I enjoyed a surge in energy and positivity I haven’t felt in awhile. Or, maybe it’s just the nesting mother in me. Instead of having to worry about going in to school, I focused on being productive, spending quality time with the girls, and yes—relaxing!
While cooking normally feels like a chore that must get done, on top of everything else, I was able to really enjoy it today. I made batches of everything so we shouldn’t have to cook all week. More time for hanging out and writing!