When I was in middle school (maybe eighth grade?), there was a time when it was a gray and rainy day and students were complaining, and a teacher said to us:
“I don’t let the weather affect my mood.”
(In retrospect, I’m pretty sure that was a lie.) But I remember rejecting it as a bad idea even then, when I believed them. Because sure, when it’s been raining for three days and I feel like crap and want to crawl into a blanket nest and never come out, it can be tough to get other stuff done even when I really want to.
But when I step outside on a sunny day, and the breeze ruffles my hair and the birds are singing and I can feel my spirits lift up with joy? Yeah, I wouldn’t trade that.
Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.