It is Friday, and for the first time in two weeks, it’s raining. Ripples of thunder and warm rain are a thrill after the dry, dogged heat of summer thus far.
Peace and relief are returning to me as I move back into a well-worn rhythm of full-time office work and put the freelance debacle behind me. In a weird way, things feel right again. I don’t think it’s because of the return to routine and stability and the known near future as it were, but rather, a result of my own acceptance and resolve to move forward. I struggle with this mightily in most areas of my life. My sense of justice keeps me clinging to what I want instead what I have, what happened instead of what will happen if I just let go.
So instead of resenting the ways that things have not changed this year, I’m choosing to be thankful for what I have and for a little rain to go along with it. Today is enough.
Thanks so much for all your generous and smart comments on yesterday’s post (and on Monday’s!) Have a lovely weekend.
This week’s good reads :
“Maybe that’s why God met me in my neighborhood.” Love in a Taco Shop.
“What she wants is for him to be willing to take the small risk, not because she feels like she’s worth it, but because she wants to know that someday, when the risk is bigger, he’ll take it.” – A Pre-Engagement Question.
“I’ve been turned up from the dirt, washed in the water, and called by a name I’m certain I did not and do not deserve.” Things Treasured and Things Not Remembered.
And when it’s hard and scary and it just plain sucks, I’m taking Melissa’s advice.