Snow Survivor

It’s snowing outside today. Well, sorta. It snowed this morning, and there was fluffy white stuff everywhere, but by now the roads are pretty clear, just a little mushy.

I hate snow. I liked it as a kid, but then when it stopped getting me out of having to go to school, I learned to hate it. I hated it in college. I moved to Florida where it never snows, and while I only lived there a few years you get used to that kind of weather quite quickly. Now that I live in a place where it does snow and yet I still have to go to work, run errands, and do everything I normally would out in that snow, I hate it even more.

It isn’t pretty.

It isn’t tranquil.

It’s a nuisance.

But the thing about snow is, not matter how much I hate it, it still happens. No amount of me cursing the sky will keep the snow from falling. Regardless of how much I complain about it, it just keeps coming. I can’t change the snow, but I can change me. I can change my attitude. I can be thankful for the moisture. I can be thankful for the smile on my daughter’s face. I can be thankful that it’s clearing up. Because in life we all have to choose between being the victim or being a survivor of the things we hate. I choose to be a snow survivor, how about you?