As I write this post in May, the temperature in Baltimore is a cold 52°. To say it’s raining is an understatement. Big sloppy drops are pelting the roof and I know I just saw a flood watch scroll across the television screen. My winter coat still hangs in the mudroom as I’m afraid to pack it away too soon, and my feet are toasty in the wool socks I bought on sale a few weeks ago and thought I wouldn’t wear until maybe October. This time a few years ago I attended an outdoor day party in Washington DC to celebrate my sister’s birthday. This time last year The Boy and I were transplanting our seedlings. This year we’ve began clearing the new location for our garden, but our progress has been slow at best. What’s a girl to do?
As someone who draws energy from my surroundings, too many cloudy days have a real impact on my mood and outlook. But, in recognizing that, it’s also incumbent upon me to make a change. Here are few things I do to help me get out of the funk when things aren’t going as planned.
1. Bring the Outdoors Inside
My favorite way of doing this is fresh flowers. I know, we’re all waiting for that special someone to surprise us with a bouquet just because it’s Wednesday. Well I’m not sure how often that happens in your house, but around here, the chances are slim to none. We’re living real life and if he picks The Boy up from school, walks the dog and cooks dinner, I can forgive not having flowers on Wednesday. But why not buy them for myself? There is no shame in treating yourself!
2. Work Your Plan
While you may not be able to work on a specific part of your plan, there are other areas that certainly need addressing. I fall into the habit of not even thinking of Step Two until Step One is complete. So while I’m sitting here waiting for warmer weather time is passing me by . . . time that could be used actually planning the garden. It’s a new plot but I have and idea of what I’m planting, just not where it will go. Instead of waiting I could design this new space. Once I figure that out, or even before, I could but the plants. I could research new plants. Bottom line is there are a ton of things I could be doing instead of waiting. After all, nothing ever came to a dreamer except a dream, so what am I expecting if all I’m doing is waiting?
3. Phone, Text, or Visit a Friend
Besides The Man, there are very few people with whom I share my real self. When I’m stuck with a day, that’s gray and loneeeelyyyyyy I visit them. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I loved Annie as a little girl, even asking my mother if I could be an orphan and as I write this, that song is in my head. Now it’s in yours. You’re welcome. Anywho, I surround myself with those that love the real me; the ugly me; the me that’s not always put together. My cousins are the best when it comes to this. We text in a group message almost every day. On any given day, someone might not be feeling 100% and having several people reassure you that things are going to be okay is priceless. Then there are times when we all just feel the need to gather, to surround ourselves with laughter and love and at the drop of a hat, we’ll do just that; an impromptu ladies night. Friends are essential to the soul and it’s often when you want to distance yourself that you need them most.
4. Don’t Be Afraid to Get Wet
In 1992 while attending a family reunion, my uncle, my father’s brother, drowned in a swimming pool at the hotel where he and his family were staying. Up until then, we were having the best time. Almost all of my family attended the reunion, renting cars and vans just to make the trip. We went fishing off the same bridge our parents did as children and visited the family cemetery to learn about our ancestors. I recall playing in the vineyard eating grapes off the vine until my lips itched and watching the goats and chickens roam the yard. Then the accident occurred and time seemed to stop. We drove to the hospital in silence where we were ushered into a room and told my uncle lacked brain activity. I saw him there in the hospital, but was afraid to touch him, scared I might disturb one of the numerous tubes leading to and from his body. We drove back to my great-aunt’s house where a black cloud descended upon the house. We were there, but none of us was present; lost in our own thoughts unable to effectively communicate how and what we felt. And then it happened. The heavens opened up and a summer rain I will never forget began to fall. It was a hot August day, so many of us remained outside and as the warm water dripped down our faces, it gave us freedom to cry. It seemed to cleanse our souls, to renew and refresh us, and in that moment I learned sometimes you have to get wet. The Boy and I were out earlier in the week clearing and digging in the drizzle because it’s okay to get wet. Eventually it passes and that is afterall why they make rain boots.
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