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Rainy Day Musings

Greetings on a miserable, rainy and absolutely dank day in Pennsylvania. This is not the type of day I was planning for today. I was hoping for spring sunshine.

Just thinking about not being able to control the weather made me think of an incident with my now-rather-grown-up (and up and up! See the photos) nephew. One of our adventures was whitewater rafting. Soon after our pushing off, the skies opened up and the weather got miserable. My nephew wanted to turn around and go home and, since this was impossible, he sulked. Later, his mother’s comment was classic. “What did he think? You were going to pull a remote control for the weather out of your ass?”  We can be rather basic around here, but she had a valid point!

Since I do not have a remote control for the weather stuck there or anywhere else, it seems I have to make the best of it. I need to turn my mind in DBT speak and become more accepting. My disapproval does not matter one iota to the weather so I need to get over myself.

I am trying to be open to more experiences. I really am. At work my specialty is assessment. “Have test kit will travel” was always the motto. Now I cannot read the test questions so well and I need a driver to do any traveling.

The private practice I work in is swamped with counseling clients waiting for services. One guess who has been ‘volunteered’ to help out. Counseling has never been my cup of tea but I might come to like it.

Stranger things have happened and I need to be open to travel the avenues available to me. If this means a slight detour from my regular route, so be it.

Oh, and by the way, be careful with those always and never statements. You know, “I would never want to do THAT!” and similar such things. They have a tendency to come back and bite you where you don’t have a weather remote control stored.

Another example: I was all excited when I got the mail today. There were two, little blue boxes from Talking Books. I thought for sure they had sent my Jeffery Deaver novel. Instead I discovered tapes of books with titles I had never heard of by authors I had never heard of. Pooh. I was getting ready to flip the cards and send them back but I paused. Maybe I could at least listen to the first few minutes. One or even both of them might be something I would like. You never know.

As much as I hate to admit it, the world is not going to stop spinning if i don’t like the way things are going. I might as well become a little more flexible.

In the immortal words of Stephen Stills, if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with! Take some of the avenues that are open to you.

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