As I stepped out into the bright sunshine today, i realized that I find it much easier to refrain from complaining in lovely weather.  I chuckled to myself as I walked around the broken cat-food scoop on which our postal carrier apparently set a package, and the water dish on which we know he did because he confessed as much to my son.  Oh, well, what’s a little crushed plastic?  Rain, sleet, snow, all that jazz — and we still get our mail?  Note to self, find new food scoop and put shards of old one in the recycle bin.

I skirted around the piles of dead leaves that didn’t get raked in the fall and are now soupy soggy messes under foot.  No matter, I’ve got on sturdy shoes!  As I opened the car door, a speeding vehicle raced by, easily doing ten or fifteen miles over the speed limit.  On other days, I would have shaken my fist at him. But under the azure sky of a strangely warm January day, I didn’t blink.

As I started the car’s engine, still smiling, it occurred to me that I might be dreaming!  “If I dream, let me go on sleeping….”.

When the sun won’t shine, I find it very difficult to be pleasant.  Under its warming rays, I can shake off adversity without a grumble.  This tells me that I’ve yet to truly internalize my new resolve to live complaint-free.  Perhaps I should move to a warmer climate?  She says, laughing, as she raises the blinds in her office and lets the sun’s sweet rays flood the room.