Stormy Weather.

1pm on a Sunday, and there I was, lying on the couch slowly sipping champagne.

I remember thinking to myself: this is the life.

Outside, a storm raged. Raindrops pelted the windows, wind howled through the cracks of the house, and I found myself snuggling deeper into the couch, glass of bubbles clutched between my hands.

I could get used to this.

See, I’m usually working the brunch shift on Sundays. So while I’m used to the concept of bubbles and brunch, it’s a little more rare for me to actually be a participant.

This Sunday though, I found myself in the unfortunate but unique position of having the day off.

Well, a few days off, actually. Perhaps the next two weeks off.

(Based off the global health crisis, I think you can put two and two together)

So I’m here, on a Sunday, enjoying the luxury of the day off.

And while the circumstances are less than ideal, I’m trying to find joy in this work reprieve.

I have too. I’ll go crazy if I don’t. And while there remains this uncertainty and fear, I know there’s silver linings.

I just have to find them.

Take brunch, for example. When was the last time I had a Sunday off? And when was the last time I got to enjoy the very beverage that I always drooled over as I stood chained to the hostess stand?

Sleeping in, what a foreign splendor! Do you know how much I have missed the very action of pushing “snooze” on my alarm without having to worry about actually waking up after that alarm went off?

Work- I love it, I really do. But taking a break from customer service, and the challenges that come with pleasing people? It’s high time I receive a little reciprocity. Sure, it’s not from the folks that make me question why I am in the industry that I am, but at least I get to give myself some TLC.

I live surrounded by stacks of books, most of which I’ve read, but many with pages collecting dust awaiting my hungry eyes. Maybe this is the opportunity where I finally get to read them.

I know it’s going to be harder than I imagine keeping positive and occupied when the only company are my thoughts and the cat. The cat is great, don’t get me wrong, but she doesn’t talk much. And my head? Far too much talking.

But people around the world have been doing it, most for months, and that gives me hope. And I long to be a part of that community that took something as positively unbelievable as this, and made it a part of their creative journey of growth and optimism.

Sunday kind of showed me the power of that sanguine belief.

Around me, a storm boils, but I’m choosing to appreciate what I still have and what I can now enjoy.

Like bubbles at brunch…