10% Chance.

Every morning, after my scheduled stretch and movie style yawn, I reach over to my bedside table and check my phone.

Not for text messages (seriously, who would text me?), not for social media updates, but to see if there's a chance of snow.

We're now on the countdown until Christmas and we have been gifted with not snow, but rain. I've seen the snowflake icon on my weather app so many times this month, but as the days wear on, it slowly disappears and eventually diminishes altogether.

90% chance turns to 40%, turns to 20%, turns to 10%, turns to 1%...

But I don't lose hope. If I've learned anything about myself, it's that I'm one of those people who believes and thrives in the 10%.

90% chance I’ll graduate from my college with a job? Nah, I'll be part of the 10%.

90% chance that the handsome tall glass of water over there completely disregards the fact that I’m one helluva catch? Nah, I’ll believe he’s playing coy and is secretly imagining a romantic feature with me but is too shy to approach me. 

90% chance its not gonna snow? Nah, I'll plan the day like it's gonna snow.

Today was one such day. I woke, checked the weather, saw that disappointing "10% chance of snow" update, but nonetheless got ready with the belief that maybe, just maybe, it would snow.

And it did.

My sister was so sweetly braiding my hair and we noticed movement outside of our window. Lightly, ever so lightly, snow was beginning its descent downward. It was trying really hard, definitely an effort to snow in bigger bursts, but it was snow alright. 

I knew it. I just knew it!

Things tend to work better for me when I’m part of that minority mentality. Following the crowd, the trend, the popular belief has never been my thing. 10% isn’t 0% in my book, so why wouldn’t I believe that it could snow?  

Just like anything else, I believe in the power of positive thinking and that one makes her mark by thinking precisely opposite of what the majority believes (the 90%). How do we make a change, a difference in the world, if we think like everyone else? 

It doesn’t always work, but in this case, it did. And the feeling felt snow good.  

I even wore white for the occasion!  

Tulle-tally Tough.

When times get tough, I like to pull out my fairy tulle skirt and take a twirl around town.

Times haven't been "tough", per say, but it definitely feels like I've been running around with my head cut off. We open brew@602 this month and of course everything is crammed together at the very end, resulting in twelve hour days and this strangely buzzing energy (must be all that coffee we're sampling...).

It also doesn't help that the weather has been horrendous. Every year, global warming has taken its toll on our winters and right now, we've been battling freezing rain, icy roads, melted snow, and a breakup type scene surrounding us. It's not exactly the "winter wonderland" we've all been hoping for, but there's still time!

In any case, it's been a madhouse 'round here, so to keep me on track, I like to slip into something magical, which elevates my spirits and brightens my mood.

I can't let some bad weather and a busy schedule keep me from dressing up. It's one of the only things that keeps me sane this time around!

And gosh dang it I feel like a fairy princess, so good luck trying to bring me down.