For the past couple of weeks we've been buried in snow. Okay that's a slight exaggeration; but for Norfolk it was a lot. My limited trips out became even more limited as the roads turned to ice rinks.
Don't get me wrong, I love snow; it's one of my favourite things in the world, at least for about a week. After that I just want it to go so life can get back to normal.
Our garden has been hidden under a blanket of white and I was beginning to forget what it even looked like. There was no sign of it changing, of it going away and I had resigned myself to it. That was until last weekend when it rained all night on Saturday.
I woke up to see every last trace of snow had been washed away, to reveal the world looking bright and fresh in the winter sunshine. It was beautiful and exciting; but also quite shocking. I couldn't believe that something that looked so permanent had just vanished, literally overnight. It made me realise that things are changing all the time, often gradually, painfully slowly; but big changes can happen quickly too.
It gave me hope, a belief that being stuck didn't mean being stuck forever. Life is moving forward all the time, we just have to go with it and know that it's okay for it to move at a snail’s pace, because maybe we're just resting up before the big sprint of sudden change and growth.
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Claire Wade is the winner of the Good Housekeeping Novel Competition and author of The Choice. She was bed bound for six years with severe ME, trapped in a body that wouldn't do what she wanted. She now writes about women who want to break free from the constraints of their lives, a subject she's deeply familiar with.