Ok, call me a wimp, a woose, out of touch… go on, I can take it. I’m a big girl.
But on Saturday morning, I threw on my gym clothes, grabbed my keys, and opened the front door, ready to conquer the day. And then… I froze.
There it was. Covering my car. Covering the ground. Covering EVERYTHING.
Cue the tears. Not the happy, joyful, ‘let’s build a snowman’ kind. Nope. The ‘what fresh hell is this’ kind.
I know, I know. Most of the northern hemisphere takes snow in stride. But for me? It felt like Mother Nature herself had decided to test my resilience.
And then, as I stood there staring at the frosty scene before me, a voice whispered in my ear…
“Hey Carolyn, you know how far you’ve come these past 10 months. Belt up… you can do this.”
So I did. I took a deep breath, grabbed the snow scraper, and off I went to the gym.
Anyone else still not on speaking terms with snow? Or is it just me?
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