While those of us in the North East have hunkered down in our homes or various shelters, awaiting the grand arrival of winter storm Juno, we are reminded of a lot more than to just stock up on TP, water, wine and dried goods. In the midst of those things we cannot control, we remember that life happens with or without our consent, and it is in our best interest to just go with it.
New Yorkers are notorious for being some of the most determined, stubborn, and dollar-results-driven individuals across all fifty states (have you seen what it costs to live here?), so come hell, high water, or a historically catastrophic storm--we are getting to work or wherever we need to be to keep the earth and our funds churning. Sometimes it serves our workaholic, habitual selves some serious justice when we are abruptly forced to detour off of those paths we've come to religiously depend on. Strict orders from hierarchs or even mother nature herself to stay put until further notice can only be beneficial in the grand scheme of things. Being stuck forces us to reflect, recharge, get some legit shuteye, sit down and actually ingest a meal slowly, play with our kids, watch that aging movie in our queues, read that book that's been collecting dust on the nightstand--anything that we otherwise had no time for just a day ago. Some of the very best moments have resulted from the most sporadic storms. Don't let Juno get out of here without a good story to tell or sweet memory to share.
Wishing everyone a very safe and warm respite. Stop and enjoy yourself, and the brief, rare quietness of the snow-covered city before regular schedules commence and it's right back to the daily grind.