So as I mentioned last week, our company Christmas party was last Friday night. In the end, I had planned to go. In the end, I stayed home.
You see, originally I had said yes, I would be there. But then I was told we wouldn't be getting off early from work. The party started at 6 pm with the hayride followed by dinner. The location was clear across the city from where I lived. Which meant I had to get off at 5 pm, make it through suppertime traffic to get home, feed and water the dog, then try and get back across town once again by 6 pm. Pretty much undoable. So I decided not to go.
Then my boss told me I could leave early. The party was back on.
Except then I hurt my back. It was hard enough to get through the day at work without wanting to crawl under my desk in the fetal position moaning in pain. Forget sitting through a hayride, dinner and, well I think we can cross out the mechanical bull riding.
But Thursday I went to the chiropractor and my back felt much better. I buffed up my party shoes...or cowboy boots in this case. Yes, I do own a pair.
Friday at 4 pm I left work to go home, feed and water the dog, then head back to the office where I would meet up with my boss and his mini-van to drive us out to the farm where this hayride dinner bull riding event was to take place. I'm driving home and there are a few flakes in the air. No biggy. Except that by the time I got home ten minutes later it was snowing hard. And by the time I fed the dog and let her out at least 2-3 cm had fallen and it was still coming down hard and the wind had picked up.
Just a squall, I tell myself as I head out the door towards the car. I'm halfway down the front steps. That's when it hit me.
I'm not supposed to go to this party.
Now, maybe some of you don't believe in signs from the universe or whatever, but for me, when the universe sends a message...or in this case three messages...I have a tendency to sit up and listen. And when my gut kicks in with its own two cents, well I know better than to ignore. I have ignored before. It has not turned out well. Lesson learned.
I backed up the steps slowly, spun on my heel and escaped back into my house. I called the office and told them to partake in the festivities without me.
The getting off work early issue, the back pain, the snow storm. Message received. I spent the evening curled up with a good book and mug of hot chocolate. The universe carried on without me for the evening and all was well.