Daffodil Dreary Day

My Daffodils in the rain.

Today was a dreary, rainy day. I found myself focusing on the negative, rather than the positive. I waited for a service man to come all day. Turns out he did come but no one from the company told me he had come. ( I hadn’t heard him it was an outside job). Then he didn’t do the job right. So, I decided to do it myself ( Just like the little red hen when she made the bread herself after planting the wheat, growing the wheat and then ate the bread HERSELF). Then, a friend told me she didn’t want to go on a trip out west that I had so looked forward to after a year in Covid, isolated. At least now now But I understood. I am thinking a lot about making changes, big decisions.

All of these things seem kind of trivial, putting it in perspective. I’m here, my beloved family is here, my dear friends are here. Covid took none of us. Many people are grieving. Things are starting to open up . I can find solutions, I can go on another trip or find someone else to go with. I have strong faith in a spiritual presence. That’s all good.

Like the daffodils, I will survive the rain and start a new day. They’re still here, and so am I. I hope that after the rain, we can all see the rainbow. And like the little red hen, I will do it myself.

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