As with all glitches in life, I try to accept the inevitable shifts and changes in plans.
I think snow days are life's way of saying hey - slow down, smell the coffee, stoke the fire.
They are never planned and often a surprise, if not a monkey wrench thrown in your busy path.
Yesterday was just such a day for me. Living in the foothills of a mountain range one becomes accustomed to weather anomalies. The main road at sea level could be clear - but here at 800 feet we could have six inches to a foot of snow - even in March!
I bought an all wheel drive car last year and have quickly learned its limits - and mine. It's not a snow plow and is no match for gravity on a slippery hill. It performs much like a ballerina on ice skates on level ground that's icy.
So on these snow days I stay home, change plans, cancel work, apologize to clients. What else can one do?
I find these unexpected days off to be a test of my attitude. If I give in and allow it to be a gift, then it is much more enjoyable.
Soon I will find myself cooking and baking, or cleaning, sewing, reading a good book by the fire, or writing a blog post! Time will pass and I will have forgotten all about the missed appointments.
I think it's a great lesson, a metaphor for life. When sudden changes are thrown at you - are you resilient? Flexible? Adaptable? I'd like to think that these bumps in the road are also part of the grand plan.