Sleet Storm

Apparently life wasn't going to slow down any time soon, so God gave me a snow storm. It's my taking control of the situation instead of letting it whip me up inside and carry me along for the ride. That's the definition of my life lately. Whipped along. Or maybe whirred along. Whipped sounds almost pleasant, like dessert.

I began greeting the sleet storm with anxiety. How am I going to pay rent if I start off the month without sales? What if someone wants to buy Superbowl gear? What if I miss my UPS shipment? I was unnerved before even showering Tuesday, ultimately spending the day at home. I stressed my way through what should have been a relaxing coffee and breakfast at a local restaurant. I came home, crawled back in bed and read my new favorite book. Miracle author.

I have now spent two days relaxing and being a normal person again. I did all the laundry, cleaned, cooked, marinated, did my nails, napped, slept a full night, cuddled with the dog, watched tv and even worked! I guess I didn't relax so much, but having the time to do all of that is relaxing to me.

I am so incredibly grateful for this storm.