The weather is the universe, or reality, begging us to accept what is. And, a reminder that we can plan and hope and dream and then reality walks in.
Winning, only but 100% of the time.
This week, reality was Icy Rain.
Instead of biking weather.
Freezing into snow, making the hiking trails wet and slippery.
I was so ready to ride my bike and deliver mail with my elbow out the window and have Spring Breezes carrying the scent of blossoms; but we had snow.
Stinging beads of snow.
Splashing through frozen mud puddles.
Not accepting what is, kept me out of my life.
In a place of wishing.
Which is powerless.
Nothing happens there.
I didn't go out and play with this harsh nature.
Some did.
And they got wonderful bold pictures of Lake Superior.
It was like I made myself a promise to sit until the sun shined again.
What a waste of a few days, which turned into a week of zero exercise.
No fresh air, besides what floated in while I delivered the mail.
I can see how easily it is to blame an outside source for how we live and move, or don't.
Something within me wasn't strong enough to push out in the inclement wet weather.
Perhaps even thankful for the 'excuse' to do nothing.
I felt a victim of the weather.
Instead of a badass who danced with its bold strong winds and freezing temps.
Blaming the other for our weak response is the walk of powerlessness.
It seems that life and nature have a way of creating the perfect storms for us to grow more badass.
Accept the invitation of what is.
It is here to create a more powerful You!
