Rarely do we get permission to check out, stay in, slow down, to relax. One of the odd perks of living in eastern Canada is that a handful of times each year weather patterns prescribe this kind of Sabbath for our lives. And yes it might come at productivity’s expense, and it might even feel quite inconvenient. But trust me. It can also be a wonderful thing.
Yes, there’s the shoveling, wet socks, the biting cold, as well as the very real risk of developing an acute case of shack-whacky. But there’s nothing quite like having to slow down because there’s nothing else you can do. Read, think, play or whatever you need to do to embrace the interruption. Keep it simple.
So, here’s to storm days. Make the most of it by making the least of it.