(© 2009 Jen Tucker)
I can't lie. I was really looking forward to a snow day. We don't get them very often here in Oklahoma. It's one of those rare delights that show up every 4 or 5 years. Sometimes it takes even longer. So when there is a serious chance of one, I get excited. Why, you ask?
Snow days mean creativity peaks. There is something magical about snow. It has a creative energy to it for me. Much like thunderstorm days in the spring and the height of summer. There is a magic energy there.
So, when I get a snow day, it means a super productive creative explosion will come about. The day flips. I sleep in, get up, eat, bathe, and start. Somewhere around 3 AM, I step outside for a break to utter silence and the smell of a white blanketed earth. The snow reflects light in a very unique way that absolutely nothing else does.
The feel of creative exhaustion is a wonderful feeling. Unlike the exhaustion of the J-O-B, which just continues to try and break my soul. So, yeah, I wanted that snow day. I needed it. All our funds have completely dried up and it looks as though there will be no MAY trip to Spectrum or KCMO after all. I have yet to scrape together enough to get the dog her annual shots. So, again, yeah, I really wanted/needed that snow day.
I didn't get it. The snow gods forsake me. However, we did get to go home at 1:30 PM yesterday. Even the chance that we could get a snow day elicited creativity from me. I created. I tried something new. I let the art just take me on it's own journey. Sadly, I didn't start until 8 PM. I stayed up far too late and today...I'm exhausted and a little miffed about not getting my snow day. At the same time, I'm a little excited. Enough creative energy came about that I did something that inspired more from me.
Let's hope that continues. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn't the last chance this Winter for a Snow day.
(© 2009 Jen Tucker)
