I had worked late and my enthusiasm was low about doing my morning run. I started thinking maybe I shouldn’t do it. I was going to be working another 12 hour day and would need my strength. I knew the truth though. Go run and get your blood running and charge into this day instead of dragging through the morning.
As soon as I made that decision I heard thunder. Now I had a really good reason to not go. I looked outside and it was not raining yet. Knowing how rain moves all around us here in Texas I decided to go for it. I could probably do my entire run before it started.
I put on my running shoes and walked outside into the cool morning and knew I had made the right decision.
About that time the first raindrops began to greet me…one more chance to go back into the warm house. Instead I took off determined to do my four miles…and the rain came down. Big fat Texas rain. I looked straight up in the sky...the big drops crashing all around me...and I ran.
I thought about how I talk about rain. My words are usually about what rain is going to prevent me from doing or how it is going to interrupt my plans. Although, like most people, I enjoy a good rain when I’m sitting under a covered patio with a cup of coffee in my hands and nowhere I need to be. But most of my conversation about rain is negative. As though rain is not supposed to happen or that rain is a bad thing.
My experience on this morning could be a good one or a bad one and it all depended on one thing…the story that I would tell myself about rain.
So I let the rain hit my face and thanked God for how great it felt on my skin. There was a tremedous freedom that came with running into rain and allowing it to just soak me...and realizing that I had been missing this wonderful experience. Why do we grow up and forget how much fun it is to get wet? When did getting wet become an inconvenience?
I create my own realities. Everything, every situation, every event, even every person in my life is, for me, the story I tell myself about them. Which like the rain…my thoughts are not reality…they are not the entire story…they are just the ones I’m choosing to express at the moment. I can go from exasperating frustration to peaceful appreciation by simply by my choice of words.
What a great morning!
1 comment:
I love, love, love, the rain. I love the sounds it makes, I love when you look into the sky and you smell rain coming. I love the feeling of rain, something is happening. I love when the sky darkens and the thunder rolls. Oh how I miss the rain. It has been months since a good down pour. I love rain so much, I want to name a child of mine Rain,someday.
Whitney
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