Things have gone well for me this semester at the little rural community college where I teach. I can't complain. But for some silly reason, of all the colleges and universities within a 200 mile radius, ours is the one that decided to have its Spring Break vacation last this year.

For those who don't get a Spring Break from their jobs at all, forgive me for being a baby and belly aching about getting one too late, then. I apologize. But as I manage my complex PTSD symptoms daily, weekly, monthly, having a day off now and then really helps. In the Fall there's memorial day here and Thanksgiving there--just enough time off to process anxiety and get back to work ok.

In the Spring, nothing until that Spring Break. And since it's not until the last week in March at my little community college this year, I've been stretched a little thin. I was starting to worry about no one thing in particular. Just getting buggy from being overstimulated from being around too many people too much for too damn long.

Anybody else know what I mean? When you just get so wound up like a cheap watch that you could pop at the smallest thing?

And then it SNOWED. And I got today off as a snow day. Yeah! All I needed was a break in the little routines I keep up with to keep my PTSD symptoms managed. Just a little break so I wouldn't have to wait until the end of the whole freakin' month of March.

And a break is just what I got, from the weather, of all things.

I really hope you guys get your lucky break, whatever that may be for you. I really, really needed one. Small miracles do happen. Blessings, all.