I love it.
Or, at least, I used to.
That was before it rained every single day.
Before any chance of an outdoor activity was ruled out.
Before my hair became something out of Bride of Frankenstein.
Before I realized exactly HOW bad drivers are with wet roads.
Before my husband couldn’t ride the motorcycle to work without getting caught in a torrential downpour….
and it becomes insanely easy to complain about it. Believe me, I’ve done my share of complaining and I would give my eye teeth for a sunny, 75 degree, humidity void day spent outdoors. …running through meadows (which, by the way, would be a first!)
Look, it’s simple. This is August in Florida and it is what it is. On the bright side, October is within reach. Have you even stopped to think how close we are to Thanksgiving? (Oh…that’s a whole other blog!)
Why do we have such a hard time adjusting our thinking and finding the positive in things? Why is it so much easier to look at the glass and see what’s missing from our portion? Why do we often catch ourselves thinking we deserve so much better…whether it’s the climate, the house, the car or the marriage? We suffer from want, want, want and the seeking of the elusive “happiness” that we will one day achieve when all is aligned and right with the world.
I wish I were one of those people content living on a shoestring budget in a tiny cottage filled only with what I need. Happy to wake each morning and unafraid of the bumps in the road, the chaos at work , the arduous commute on overcrowded roads or even the weather. Lord, let me not complain about the small things and rain, despite my opinion right this second, is a beautiful thing.