Yesterday was one of those days....
It started with welcoming Spring with snowflakes the size of half dollars. Sure they stuck...for a bit....but the damage was done--psychological damage. We are mentally done with Winter, you know. Everyone got that message except Mother Nature. It was very discouraging to see them appear again. Especially on the first day of Spring.
Work was one of those "I could walk right outta here" days. We've all been there. Now I need to figure out if and when that time will actually be. C'mon lottery numbers....
Driving home I thought about how some days are not as swell as others. How it seems that there are forces that stack up and it feels like the world is against you. That you are tired of proving yourself to your new boss and anyone else you cross. And wouldn't it just be a lot easier to crawl under the covers of your bed and never come out.
But then you take that beater car to the emissions control center to see if it will pass....or fail...again. You've spent hundreds to fix the problem...whatever that may be. And we try...again....to see if it will pass. Keeping your fingers crossed the whole time....
And as the sun came out from behind the clouds, and the testing guy hands you the paper that tells you that you passed....finally passed....things seem to not be so bad after all.
Then you pull into the driveway and smile as your cat greets you and walks with you into the muddy lawn. It is there that you notice the crocus and the snowdrops are finally popping up. Okay, so they are a little late--they are here. Gloriously HERE.
You remember the day before when you spent hours with your kids in the city, visiting the museum and having lunch with those who are most precious to you. Colin turning to hug me and tell me that he had a great day. Em smiling....glad we came to visit her at work....
Yeah...
The bad seems a little more bearable then.
Spring snows and crappy jobs don't really matter much, do they? I've got all that other stuff. Good stuff. Stuff that really matters.