I got up this morning and opened my curtains. Just as I thought: rain!
Dreading the fact that I would have to bike to the subway station this morning and therefor would – no doubt – get soaking wet, I sighed and dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Forty-five minutes later, as I walked out the door, I glanced at the plants in my garden. While yesterday they stood steaming in the sunshine, their leaves were now glistening in watery streams. I suddenly remembered that I should have turned the sprinklers on yesterday afternoon, but had – absentmindedly – forgotten all about it. “Good thing that it rains now,” I heard myself think.
I climbed on my bike. And stopped to smile…
There I was, having two opposing thoughts: dread and gratefulness.
It was still raining. But I had changed. And so had my day.