Things in life are never simple. A phone switch from old to new, at work, seems like a relatively simple process, however, the proof is always in the pudding. It isn’t until we pull off the bandage do we know if it is going to hurt. All that said, thanks to the chaos, we ended up picking up lunch and I discovered a Thai food restaurant that I can visit again. When the worst was over, I was able to get my hair cut, knowing that the latests snow was coming down. I figured, heck, it can’t be as bad as the snow from Thursday…just a wet snow… how bad can it be? After an hour of heavy snow while I was getting my hair cut, the roads were white and very slippery. I always drive, severe weather, by the motto of “time, speed, and distance.” That doesn’t account for steep and icy. I was puttering my way home slowly but surely and I discover a big hill ahead of me is giving some drivers enough trouble to stop everyone else going the same direction. Gratitude point: I happened to be at a stop light and there was a road to my right. I had never taken it before, but progress as opposed to stuck on a hill I won’t successfully traverse sounded better to me. I kept puttering along and found my way back to familiar roads creeping as slowly, with enough momentum to get up hills without losing traction. I still had one more big hill up and down before getting to the flat roads to the house. I had enough momentum and discovered cars in front of me did not have the same. I was able to navigate around these drivers safely and get to the top of the hill; then the final challenge of being able to stop and turn left. Gratitude point two: I have a stick shift and was able to down shift and use the engine to keep the car from sliding as some other cars begin to spin around down the hill. Still, I am safe and not at risk and make my last left turn where I can putter my way home. Cars on this flat road are attempting to get up their steep driveways and were sliding back down. You know they are no longer a factor when the tires are locked and the car is still in motion. Once again, I was able to safely avoid collisions. One last turn then into the driveway and I would be safe. There is a car too close behind me when I am turning into my driveway so I can’t get the angle and sharp turn I need to get around the huge snow berms on either side of the driveway. I turn into my driveway and give it some gas. I get the car into the driveway and quickly lose traction. I am sliding back and trying to stop the car with it still in the driveway. I pull the handbrake and with relief (gratitude number three), the car stops with the bumper just barely in the driveway. I locked the car, gingerly climbed my steep driveway and have my hubby let me in the front door, happy to be alive and safely home (gratitude number four), I grab a glass of wine and plopped onto the sofa. While this drive home was harrowing and nerve-wracking, I was grateful to be safe, alive and where there was food, a bed and my hubby. Truly something for which to be grateful. Then Sunday morning at 3 AM. I gave up a “day job” to come to Connecticut to work with a company that I admired, and work as a manager of a 24/7/365 operation. That means, I am always on call in some way. This horrible miserable storm with not a ton of snow turned out to be a mess in one of our key customer areas. A smart operator called me, woke me and let me know they were swamped. I knew how to solve the problem, and thanks to technology (gratitude number five), I could do it in my pj’s on my sofa. I connected, created the solution and ran my favorite tool to help clear out the items swamping the operators. Unfortunately, each of these 300 plus items were touched by an operator and therefore could not be bulk cleared. They had to be managed one at a time. Still, something I could do from my sofa. 2 hours later, the pile was managed and I was able to head back to bed. One the sun came out, and a few more hours sleep, I needed to rescue my car from the scary, steep, and slippery driveway. We shoveled and salted and dug out the car. Shoveling close enough to the road way to get the lovely cold, wet and dirty spray from the cars driving by. When we had enough grip on the driveway to get the car all the way up and into the garage, i made my attempt. The car was still on an icy patch and the berms on the sides of the driveway are taller than the car, so I creep as slowly as possible, catch some ice and began to slide backward. A truck coming up the road found it necessary to lay on his horn, when there was nothing I could do. He had plenty of room to avoid my bit of bumper sticking out into the roadway. When I could finally back out and take a running start I got the car into the garage but not before letting my frustration level get to me. We still needed to get the rest of the ice off the lower portion of the driveway so we could go get groceries and run errands. Some of the snow had frozen so solid that no amount of stabbing, chopping, and struggling was going to break through it. I was ready to just give up and go back to bed, when I took a breather and looked up. That was when I saw a beautiful hawk flying overhead. This crusty snow and ice didn’t seem so frustrating. Gratitude number six: I saw a beautiful, majestic, bird up close. So, while my weekend was significantly shorter than I would prefer, I still found some time to find six separate items for which to be grateful in my days. Sure, we all let our frustrations get to us and, at times, it can be a good thing to protect ourselves and ensure our safety. But, if we take a few moments to realize the beauty and luck we have in each day things will not sour our spirits long term.