Waiting

I'm sitting here waiting. And it's not good. Because the thing I am waiting for is the biggest, baddest winter storm to hit our area in several years. At least that is what all of the local weather people have been telling us. And now it's on our threshold! We're told to expect freezing rain, icy roads (that already happened earlier this week), high winds, high snow levels, and for me, high anxiety!

I'm not exaggerating when I say that if I have one phobia, it is snowy, wintery weather. Everyone who knows me knows that. It's embarrassing to admit that I spend hours...okay, days...stressing over having to drive in the snow, or worrying about everyone else that I love driving in the snow. And just when I think I am making a bit of progress about taking it all one day at a time, we get slammed with a snow storm that sentenced me to a four-and-a-half hour bus ride home from work in freezing temperatures.

Sometimes I try to remember if I ever liked the snow. I think I did as a child when it meant snow days from school and building snowmen with my sisters outside. But once I had to drive in it in order to get to work, the magic was gone. And it ain't coming back!

So, here I sit. Waiting. Maybe the snow will stop soon. Maybe the winds will miss us and we won't lose power. Maybe an unexpected heat wave will hit us before Monday when I again have to make the decision about whether I'm going to brave the ice and snow in order to drive to work. Or maybe, I can hide under my covers until May. I'm okay with that!