But as I sit sun-soaked, staring at newly brilliant hues of autumn leaves set against the clearest Carolina blue sky with windows and doors flung wide, insanity seems a fitting diagnosis. If I can't call this perfection then my percept-o-meter needs some serious re-calibration. So it's not really that.
Winter annoys me. I kid you not, the very thought of it sends shivers all up and down me timbers. I can't help it. This little body of mine wasn't made to function well in frigid temps and don't you dare tell me to "put some meat on your bones." Sheesh, if I had a quarter... It's not that simple and I'm likely to pound YOU for such ludification so don't try me.
Therefore, my story has always been this: It's not that I don't like fall, it's just that I hate what's coming just around the corner so I have trouble enjoying it when I know I'll be miserable soon. And therein lies the real heart of the matter. It's my own stinkin' inability to fully live in the moment with gratitude for the gift it brings. Granted, some moments require deep digging. But, come ON. Days like today are low hanging fruit. So, why let thoughts of tomorrow's potential pain dump buckets of (freezing) rain on today's perfect parade? I mean, seriously.....
For now, I will join my cats on the bedroom floor for a little nap in the afternoon autumn sun. Tomorrow's winter woes will take care of themselves. And who knows? By that time, perhaps I will have mastered this fine discipline of gratitude to the point of actually enjoying a romp in the snow. Seems unlikely, but why not dream big?
