Yesterday was my first day back at the office. It was also the first day of snow.
The snow has been a long awaited event in our household. Our eldest has been looking forward to snow for what feels like most of last year. I had a fair idea just how excited she was going to be. I would also have loved to see what our youngest would make of the new experience – she was too young for snow last time round. It just felt like a classic piece of timing that I wasn’t going to be there.
Walking into the office I decided I wasn’t going to grump about what I was missing, or get frustrated by how many people had decided to stay at home. Instead I made my first resolution of the new year. There are many things I can’t control. I can’t avoid missing out on some of the fun moments with the family. I can however at least make sure that that what I’m doing with my time is the most useful thing the circumstances allow.
The quiet day meant I got a lot of little jobs tidied up. Binning a huge pile of rubbish from my desk felt fantastic. The girls had a fun filled day, and there was still a chance for a priceless shared moment after work. A walk to the post office with my eldest daughter while she jabbered about her day and dancing in the falling snow catching snowflakes on her tongue.