After staying with us for a few days, my friend Lizza said. Um, does it always rain this much here? I said, "Yes, everyday." She grabbed me and hugged me and said, "I'm so sorry. Are you OK?" Why is she the only person who has ever really heard me when I expressed how much I disdain rain? I think it is because she feels the same way about snow. Once upon a time, I would call her for the first snowy days to make sure she was ok, and she would leave me a sweet voicemail when the rain drops started falling. I'm trying so hard to be ok with rain. I want to love it the way other people do. Maybe I can let go of my blanket hatred and just decide each day if I do or do not hate it. I wouldn't want to pigeon hole myself. I want to be open to grow -- to play in the rain if I want. Mostly I DON'T want, but you never know. Today I put on a waterproof jacket and went running in the rain. This was nice because I thought less about hating the rain and more about hating the running.
Perspective.
I'm excited for the snow.
I miss my friend.
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