I am participating in my ninth Slice of Life Story Challenge run by the team behind the Two Writing Teachers website. We are challenged to write a blog post a day throughout the month of March.
My father left a message on our phone last night, before either of us got home, to let us know they were safe from this last round of tornadoes.
I immediately felt guilty; I have been so exhausted this week that I've barely paid attention to the news, and didn't focus on weather outside of Texas. Sometimes I'll catch it in posts on social media, but I've curtailed most of my scrolling for Lent.
I also work very, very hard not to worry about things that aren't in my control. Weather is one of those things. I can control my response to it, and have to believe that my loved ones are capable enough to listen to their local weather, prepare accordingly, and contact us (if they can). When posting my blog on Facebook yesterday morning, I noticed my father had commented on other posts, so my inner alarms didn't go off.
If I was the worrying type, this is what would occupy my mind all through spring and summer:
Tornadoes in North Texas, Alabama, Tennessee
Hurricanes in the Florida Panhandle
Earthquakes and tsunamis in Japan
That is mighty disastrous thinking. And I have no control over any of it...but maybe I do need to pay attention to the whole weather segment for the next few months, just to be prepared.