What’s one thing we know for sure about weather? It’s gonna change. I know th…

What’s one thing we know for sure about weather? It’s gonna change. I know that, you know that, and yet i still get so bent out of shape as we move from Summer to Fall.
What a silly thing! It’s not like i have any say in it. Short of moving to India or Florida or some such like a snowbird, which you know I’ve tried, why not try to use that energy on something substantive?
This year, I’m making a pact with myself to not complain about the change of the season. The truth is that i don’t *like* winter the way i LOVE summer— but why bitch about the inevitable? Just like death and taxes, we know for sure that change is always a’coming.

So, I’m not going to lean into my dislike. I’m not gonna bitch or roll in the muck of self harming lamentation. Why? Cause all it does is make me feel worse. If it made me feel better maybe it would be ok— but it doesn’t, so it isn’t. And it’s such an easy trap to fall into.
i think the universe has an incredible sense of humor— it’s just very dark.
After all, we're all just careening to hell in a handbasket— these fantastic baskets of flesh and bone that are guaranteed to break down along the way. And we all take ourselves oh-so-seriously.

Since I can’t change the weather, I’m going to try to change my attitude. These are skills from yoga, for sure.