I felt lousy yesterday. No blog. No run. No nothing. My back and hips were cranky, my energy low. I did the basic chores – figuring out and setting dinner to cook in the slow cooker, paying bills, getting Ruby off to while going 12 rounds with her – and then read my book. After a dry morning, it rained and rained and rained, confirming my resolve to stay inside and rest. More than an inch of rain fell yesterday. I got pretty discouraged about, well, everything.
Today is a new day.
Looking out the window this morning, it’s a different world. The wind blows. Dark puffy clouds scud across the sky as if in a fire drill. No rain waters the earth. No birds doing their cheep show today – yet. Sleeping in, I guess. The air is sweet and clean, put out fresh for the dawn’s new line. I step outside to take out the trash. The air feels like spring. Blue sky peeks at me behind the fast-moving scrim of gray-white clouds. The sun breaks out, shedding golden light on all it touches.
More rain will come. In fact, it’s in the forecast every day this week. But no matter. I am ready for today. I’ve got kettlebells class to look forward to. I detest enforced rest. But if it helps me prepare for the next day, and I come back full of energy and expectation, I’ll take it.
…Weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning. – Psalm 30:5