Ten years ago this week we had a quite the blizzard in Colorado. The entire region shut down for three days as over a foot of snow fell, but that is not the reason I remember that storm so well.
For me, those three days were spent alone, dissecting various parts of my life, and searching out where change needed to occur. That blizzard turned into one of my most memorable “dark nights of the soul.”
I was in the middle of a great conundrum at that time, and the blizzard was a timely reminder of how much we don’t control in our world. It forced me to sit quietly and reflect on what was next in my life, offering me some much needed time to read, write and contemplate the confusion in my own mind.
What I find fascinating ten years later is how little sense I had of the magnitude of change I was about to experience. From where I sit today, I wonder how I would have reacted if I could have told my past self just three things that would happen in the next two years.
I would lose my job as a librarian
I would start my own dating service
I would fall in love again at age 49