It seems appropriate to offer a quote from the prolific Maya Angelou as we celebrate her life and contributions in the wake of her recent death. This particular quote makes me smile - offering affirmation and rebuke in equal measure.
I can (and have!) handled lost luggage with grace. I find it therapeutic rather than frustrating to untangle knots. But rain? That is another matter entirely!
Rain turns me into a persnickety faultfinder. I don't like being wet. I don't Iike muddy floors. I don't like soggy shoes. I don't like the way the grime of city streets pools beneath curbs after every shower. I don't like how precipitation pulls petals from newly blossomed flowers and plasters them to the sidewalk. I don't like the choreography required to walk down a busy street with an umbrella.
But this morning, as the rain falls in our nation's capital, I am trying to see past my personal preferences and take a cue from my daughter, who already giggles when rain drops land on her face and will one day soon want a puddle jumping partner. I am putting on my boots, grabbing an umbrella, and facing my nemesis.
Can you embrace an inconvenience today?