It’s my birthday and it is pouring with rain outside.
The thing about birthdays is that they are meant to be different. We expect to be especially happy on that particular day. We don’t always get what we expect.
So much of our unhappiness comes from fighting what is; from clinging to our belief that things should be other than the way they are; from feeling sorry for ourselves that life doesn’t work out the way that we think it should.
One of the most wonderful things about getting older is, hopefully, getting wiser.
The rain sounds exciting battering on the roof outside my window. It reminds me of childhood, snuggling inside with a book and not feeling guilty about not doing something else that I feel I should be.
Looks like I am going to have a great day.