Almost every person I know has a weatherman story. You know it, don’t you? The story of the weatherman who could not predict a sunny day even when they were out in the hot sun getting dehydrated. This is how myself and my colleagues have felt this week. We had a prediction for snow. We did not have a gentle prediction, we had a strong declaration from all the local news sources that there was going to be a “major snow event” in our city. Over 100 snowplows were on standby, as was my entire staff and our families.
Originally we were told that the snow would start this morning and continue for approximately two days. This morning I awoke to rain. We were then told that the snow would start at 14:00 and continue for two days…. then 20:00. Finally, around 20:30 we saw the first snow that stuck. About an hour later there was another brief round. We now have about one inch on the ground and it is not snowing anymore. We were told that school would definitely need to be canceled tomorrow, now I am having serious doubts as I stare into a night sky that is not producing snow. Parents are emailing me continually wanting to know if there are updates, will there be school when we wake up in the morning, ten hours from now? The only definitive answer I can give is not definitive as I just do not know…. and there is no way of knowing, as even the most experienced weatherman are not making accurate predictions here.
This made me think – how can a weatherman say what our local weatherman said? How can they say it WILL snow, for certain? They do not control the weather patterns, and their satellite weather tracking systems also do not control the weather. We are completely vulnerable to the weather and must protect ourselves from the realities of its wrath.
I then challenged myself – it is not just weather that I cannot control – most things in m life are really not in my control, but rather, afford me the illusion of control. I have to understand that the forces of the universe are great and I cannot change them.
Today, 42 days ’til 40, I pause to remind myself that I am not in control. When I fully understand the reality that I am not in control, I actually gain control by relinquishing it and challenging myself to accept the part of life which come less planned than I would like.