There has been much chatter about the New Year, resolutions, reflection, and planning in the past week. I, personally, am not a fan of year-long resolutions (hello disappointment!) but do make tiny ones the whole year through to keep me on track. The New Year(s) for me, Gregorian and Baha'i, are a time for reflection.
Am I happy? Where am I headed? What are my goals? What can I be grateful for? What can I do to improve anything that isn't making the grade? Who do I want to become, and am I on the road to being that adult? Should I pluck my eyebrows, or leave the little caterpillars alone? What about make-up? Am I just slacking off, or truly uninterested?
And, in this mode, I was reflecting on how mild our Chicago weather has been lately. Snowless and generally only hovering around freezing (Yay! Time for the polar bear plunge!). But, behold:
Tuesday
31° F | 25° F
Ice Pellets
90% chance of precipitation
Wednesday
31° F | 16° F
Chance of Snow
40% chance of precipitation
Ice Pellets? WTF? So much for enjoying not have to ice pick my car out in the early, bitter cold, pissed off, "I hate your guts, too!" mornings.
To furthermore elaborate on this foot-in-mouth problem, it seems to be contagious. Around 1 pm today, whilst I was teaching, after just a light dusting in the snow department, I was complaining to my student about how I was thinking this morning about how nice it has been to not have snow, only to have it start snowing immediately after the thought crossed my simple little mind. To this she says, "at least it's not so bad." But, oh ho, Linnea! We have ice pellets scheduled for this eve. Ice Pellets!
So, here's to a happy new year, and the hopes that you are all toasty warm in spite of ice pellets (ice pellets!) falling from the sky.
