Back to work again today after an extended period off. Carole had her surgery last Thursday and it went well. I took Thursday and Friday off to be with her, and Monday was Martin Luther King Day. Today I woke up to a fresh coating of ice and another battle just to get to work in one piece. I wonder if the stress chemicals we have to endure because of the treacherous weather have any long-term bad effects. I love the four seasons, and I missed them when I lived without them, but around now I start to think about retiring down south. Just to get Carole to the hospital on time on Thursday was a battle with the snow. Even though I always arrive alive, the news is full of those who don’t. I’d hate to get really hurt or worse because I was trying to get somewhere in the snow and ice.
But anyway. I wasn’t as good-humored today as I would have liked to be. I will try harder tonight, and of course tomorrow. Today’s Daily Word said:
Worry may be a sign that I’m trying to manage what isn’t mine.
I love that! It’s also a sure sign of a failure of acceptance. Love that passive voice. When I worry, I know that I have failed to accept. The weather is an excellent example.