I left the house determined. Nothing was going to stop me from some quality time with my words.
Nothing that is until I stepped outside in the frigid, eighteen-degree weather.
Although I’m a fan of cold weather, this year poses a new, aggravating issue, especially when temperatures stay below freezing. Since mid-2015, my car has been leaking water. I’m not really sure where it’s leaking, but in the summer, it would always cause my car to steam from within. I learned to retain a sock in my car and use it to wipe down the window before I started my drive.
But I didn’t imagine the issues winter would bring.
Because now, all that humidity turns to ice. Yes, that is correct, ICE. Do you know what that means?
It means the windows in my car freeze on the outside AND the inside. It means DOUBLE SCRAPING. Therefore, my first hurtle to writing this morning was to scrape out the inside of my car. Of course, I couldn’t find my ice scraper, so I used the next best thing — s Fionna Apple CD case.
But I didn’t let that stop me. After it was scraped out, I sat in my car for a quick warm up and direction look up for my chosen work/lunch location. My boyfriend suggested Atlantic No. 5,and it seemed like the perfect location for some creativity and good food.
After driving past it twice and getting glimpses that perhaps the lights were off, I parked in the fire lane and walked up to the location. My observations proved to be true. The lights were off and the location was closed in honor of MLK Day. I must admit, I was happy to see that it was closed but bummed because now I had to get back in my car and be decisive.
So I decided to go to Panera. It’s tried-and-true; I knew it would be open; and I knew I could order steamy soup. I typed the directions in my phone…..again, and as soon as I sped off, my phone died. Since I decided to head to a location where I’ve never been, I had to pull over, once again, and wait for my phone to turn back on before I knew my next steps.
Once the phone was powered up, I started on my journey. Of course traffic was bad, people wouldn’t let me into their lanes, and I was indecisive in my driving. All of this led to missing my exit four times before I finally landed on the interstate.
And now I’m here, writing about the experience and eating a Thai Garden Chicken Wonton Bowl. I’m inside, sheltered from the biting wind. I’m warm, and I’m happy that I didn’t let these frustrations squelch my spirit. I’m still writing, still reading and still dreaming.