Back in 2020 with COVID, I remember that the chaos made me excited. I remember feeling that.
It wasn’t the first time I felt. Something about dramatic changes, uncertainty, even a little danger. It makes me excited.
Over the weekend, there was giant snow storm. Before it hit, they were predicting 18-24” of snow, more than we’d had at one time in decades, maybe ever since I’ve been here.
I drove for Domino’s Saturday night. The storm was supposed to hit around noon. Another driver called out. I asked if I could take his shift starting at 2pm.
The roads got worse. We were sliding all over the place.
But I loved it.
I loved the chaos. I loved the uncertainty. I loved the danger.
One driver even got into an accident when someone lost control of their car and hit her. She had to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I didn’t love that they got into an accident. I didn’t love that she was injured.
But when I got home, I wanted to get back out on the road to drive to my uncle’s house to watch an MMA fight at midnight.
That craziness. Something about all this kind of stuff makes me excited.
I know this about myself, but it still surprises me how much the adventure of it all can light me up.
