There was a rainstorm overnight. We desperately need rain so the pattering sound on the patio roof at 1 a.m. made me glad. There are many small things that make me glad. A really good mocha every morning. The sun coming up over the rooftops across the street (well, you can’t have that and rain). A FaceTime chat with our granddaughter who has made herself a hidey-hole in the closet which makes her glad. Really good books from the library, one after another since the first of the year. Discovering more children’s books that would be good to share with second graders next year. A decent, kind, well-spoken president in the White House.
So much to make me glad right now, knowing that with spring will come summer, my most favorite time of the year. Although it is cold, wet, and dark this morning as I’m writing this post, I know that warmer, drier, sunnier days are coming. The grownups are in charge again as we make our way through this pandemic, and they have a plan. Although, I worry about those who, like small children on a walk with their parents, want to run ahead and get into trouble, not listening to the voices warning them off of what lies ahead. Steer clear of those who think they know better than the medical and science people.
The next two weeks have that pre pandemic frenzied feel with lots of obligations and appointments. As I look at my calendar, I’m glad I’m still here to do these things and that I have chosen most of them, but a small voice is saying, “choose that which makes you glad, do that which gives you joy, jettison the rest.”