She was rolling her eyes about it all, then stopped abruptly, and remarked, "Oh, that's right you like winter." She said it like I would say to someone, "Oh that right, you like to sleep on a bed of nails." Incredulously. With something thrown in like scorn. Or maybe pity? I smiled, I think, or at least tried. And I don't remember exactly what I said next, but I've been rehashing an appropriate response ever since.
And all the germs/viruses/flu of winter? Who isn't ready for those to be gone? When the doctor told me yesterday that I had bronchitis, I did not say, "Oh, that's okay, I like winter."
It's about my choices. Again, again, again.
I'm not good at it, I don't always like it, but I know it is the truth.
I cannot choose the weather,
But I can, always, always choose my attitude,
I can choose to be content in whatever is, for my sake, for the sake of everyone around me.
It's now, or never, here or nowhere.
This blog is my preparation for the upcoming major snow storm heading our way tomorrow and Monday. When the weather hits,
what am I going to choose?
And just, in case the power goes out, I'm posting now, raising the bar for myself, and maybe for you.
What are we going to choose?