When I lived downtown, there was always this quandry: Do I park on the street and try to shovel my way out when the plows bury the car or do I park in my garage and likely have to shovel my way out? I usually opted for the latter because at least my car wasn't going to get hit there in the meantime? But it was a drag.
For those of you who get far more snow than we do in Indiana, you have my utmost respect. I don't know how you deal with it.
Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.
--Mary Anne Radmacher