Finding Peace

This morning, I had my first snowy, Chicagoan commute on the Interstate. I knew traffic would be running slowly, but I was shocked at a few things.

First, I cleaned off my car like a big girl. Jack has been giving me the garage at home the last (gulp) 8 years of our marriage. And we had covered parking spots at Muppet Corporate…so I've rarely had to clean the snow off my car. Watch out world, I'm becoming independent!

Second, the interstate drive was actually peaceful. Everyone was taking their time, allowing others to change lanes, and not cutting people off. That, in itself, was a Christmas miracle.

Despite the scary snow decreasing visibility, it looked pretty. I admit it. The. Snow. Looked. Pretty. Happy, Therese?!

Finally, I had "O Holy Night" playing on cd, from a wonderfully-harmonic choir. For some reason, these factors combined to make me feel very peaceful about my life, the course its taking (seemingly without my control), and the wonders of Christmas. Ahh, beautiful Christmas.