Yesterday marked 17 days of work in a row for me. It's been almost 8 years since I "worked" 40 hours a week. Quoting worked because a SAHM works more than that...add to that Pastor's Wife and Wife and Accountant...and well, I guess I was probably working more than 40 hrs during all those years.
BUT, today marks my first day off in 17 days after going back to work---for reals---like, I get a pay check.
I wanted to celebrate last night. Everyone was asleep in the house. I had some options...sulk with myself or venture out alone for a beer and listen to some live music somewhere. So, I got all dressed up and ready to go and then opened the front door---uh---I guess the storm finally decided to hit. A little snow isn't gonna keep me from celebrating-I determined. Off I went..10pm at night...can barely see driving on the road...adventurous? craziness?
I decided against driving into town because I am sure I would have ended up in a ditch somewhere-dead--maybe not so bad, okay, not a real suicide thought there, just rambling.
I opted for a local bar instead. But the parking lot was empty save one car. Not what I was looking for. I had to laugh--at myself and the situation. But mostly it felt good to take care of myself--even if what I wanted to happen didn't.
Playing a victim (life happens to me) gets me no where. Playing an active role in my life....now that is something.