But the grey is starting to take over my days and the evening comes so quickly. Why can't we keep this season longer?! I seriously want to put up a fight. I wore my sandals to church as a "sign of contempt" for the weather. I felt like I had some control. My husband used to say ....."inappropriate dress is the first sign of mental illness"...well maybe so in my case. But it's so hard to let go!
Maybe it's because I'm a die hard sun junky...perhaps I've been dangerously low on vitamin D all these years and I just didn't know it.
Or maybe I just love wet bathing suits dripping on bathroom floors. NOT! More than likely I like the sense of longer days, sunsets on the porch with my husband, and boys with tan necks and sandy feet, laughing and fighting all at the same time. Memories of little girls with chubby bellies jumping into the pool. Blessings. God smiling down on me. Why is it easier for me to feel it on the sunny days? I'm challenging myself to feel that way when it's grey and wet. To look up in praise when it's dark and cold. I'm trying to get over my bad attitude and write in my gratitude journal again. To see things in a sunny way....But if you see me at church wearing flip flops...you'll know I'm not over it! Or my husband is right as usual and I've gone on permanent vacation in my mind!
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