It doesn’t snow much where I live. I know: Canada, the frozen north. But really, last year it snowed once, on Christmas Day, and melted in four hours. Typically, it snows a few inches and melts off in less than a week.
Right now, on a Thursday, we’re in the middle of a thaw. The snow started on Friday night and was done by Tuesday. Total accumulation: one foot. Yesterday, the roads were clear but my steep driveway still lay under a duvet of snow. I had a workshop to go to, but my old VW wouldn’t start. I took it as a sign. I declared a Snow Day. I enjoy them as much as the school kids do!
Being snowed in provides the perfect excuse. And it makes you evaluate what you really want and need to do. That obligation I agreed to without real commitment? Gone. The event that occurs weekly? It’ll be there next Wednesday.
Snow Days give the gift of time
I spent a whole day going through my deceased mother’s box of photos, throwing away the ones of people I couldn’t identify (sorry Mom), and putting the rest in some kind of order. I went from a large cardboard moving box down to two shoeboxes.
The next day I did the same with my own photos, which I know I haven’t looked at for at least six years, and probably more like 16. I scanned the ones that were falling apart and picked out a few for a personal timeline project for that writing workshop I didn’t get to.
Why does it take an act of nature to give me that time? I’m retired. My obligations and scheduled activities are all of my own choosing. So why am I too busy to get to these enjoyable projects?
Maybe I need to schedule in my own personal Snow Days.
How do you build in time for yourself?