Let it Snow...

Growing up isn’t fun.  It changes your perspective on so many things.  Halloween, Fridays, and Spring Break go through radically changes as we grow up.  Halloween is a great holiday as a kid, stinks as a high schooler, makes a strong comeback in college and fades to irrelevancy in the adult world.  Fridays are nothing special growing up, date night in high school, fun Fridays in college, and another 8+ hour workday as an adult.  Spring break is a welcome reprieve in high school, absolutely necessary in college, and non-existent in the adult world.  Depending on our stage in life, we perceive things differently.

Here I sit, feeling like a grandma watching the snow magically dance to the ground piling up like a white blanket.  And thinking how precious it is to watch mother nature in all its splendor.  As I get lost imagining Narnia coming to life right outside my window, I’m reminded of my checklist for Sunday, and how “watch the snow” was never on it.  I’m reminded with each passing minute when I’m not studying that I won’t get that time back, and just hoping the accounting test isn’t difficult…

Remember the good ole days.  When it was bedtime, aka 930, and snow had just began to stick on the deck.  You would run to the window, look out, and gleefully come back, constantly checking and rechecking the accumulation.  And once there was a significant amount (1/4 inch), you knew schools were closed, and tomorrow would one of the best days of the year, a snow day.  Where have those days gone?

Snow today means it will be super cold outside, classes will go on as scheduled.  No deadlines will be pushed back.  No tests will be avoided.  There will be no neighborhood snowball fights.  Nor snow cream.  All that will happen is we’ll have to trudge through snow to class as scheduled feeling tired, miserable, and old.

No matter what walking to class to take a test is miserable whether you studied enough or not, so you might as well enjoy a front row seat to a snowstorm now, because you never know when they’ll happen again.