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I was not mentally or emotionally prepared for the snowfall we had this weekend, but damn did my soul need the extra rest. I ended up getting off road much earlier than expected on Saturday because the highways and roads near my work location that day were not treated, snow was compounding fast and I was worried about getting home later.

Thankfully, my management team is top tier and puts my safety above profit. I was thankful to get home when I did too! The roads by home had just started treatment and plows were readying themselves (perks to living in the country, plows don’t play!) for the forecast. My son and I cozied up as soon as I got home and hunkered down for a couple days of cozy activities.

It’s the slowest I’ve been able to go in months for myself and I am beyond thankful that Fate set me up for success leading into a new month. We have had hearty, home cooked meals that pair perfectly with Laufey playing over the vinyl speakers and warm mugs in hand. It was, quite literally, a dream come true.

This feeling reminds me of the winter of 2000, when I lived at my grandmother’s. The snow began to fall as December began, all of her Christmas decorations went up, the house was filled with warmth in all of it’s variations, there was true joy and comfort coursing through the vein of life that year. I felt safe. Safe enough to finally rest.

I have been chasing that feeling ever since, I’m quite overwhelmed with it’s presence making itself known once more. Another wave of gratitude crashes over me because now, at 34, I understand how to create that peace and safety for myself and I will be able to teach my son how to do so for himself.

This weekend was magical and I am so thankful for this beautiful life I get the privilege of living.