There’s all this snow being dumped on Boston. A tweet from the Boston Police Department read: ALL BOSTON SCHOOLS CLOSED TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY. You know, the kind of tweet that every school aged kid lights up with all the joy of christmas over.
And I still feel that excitement. Even though I’m not in school. Even though, with a newborn to care for, every day feels basically the same. Nonetheless, I find snow days thrilling.
Except for today, when TJ had to sleep at the radio station so he could be on in the morning. Normally, I’d miss him, yes, but the alone time wouldn’t bother me. But our sweet Charlee Jane changed that. And the blizzard outside changes that, too. And the fact that our dog walker (understandably) will not be making it in the morning does, too.
Cause here I am with a newborn, a pup who needs some bathroom breaks, and a blizzard.
So this is what I did:
I lay in bed and felt sorry for myself for
a while. Maybe even twenty whole minutes. I let myself think that life was hard for that twenty minutes. I let myself imagine being close to family and how quickly any one of them would help me.
Then I got up. I realized that I’d done harder things before. Remembered that doing hard things puts that good, steely stuff inside a person. I suited up Charlee and myself and leashes up Luna and we all went into the night. It was a little scary and a lot windy. We didn’t stay long. Little Charlee got her first taste of a blizzard and that was enough for both of us.
I came inside and did another hard thing: asked for help.
My neighbor said yes in a heartbeat and now Charlee doesn’t get another taste of (an even worse!) blizzard in the morning, since my neighbor will kindly take Luna out along with her two dogs.
Then I realized that none of this was as hard as it seemed while laying curled up in my bed and feeling sorry for myself.
That’s usually the way it goes, actually. Your perspective gets better when you’re practicing a verb–an action–rather than just dreading it while doing nothing. At least, that’s been my experience.
I’m still excited for the snow. And feeling grateful for kind neighbors who help and the courage to ask for that help in the first place.