A Difference in Perspective

A Difference in Perspective March 6, 2014

There’s nothing like seeing a metaphor come to life right in front of you to make all the difference in the way you look at things.

The day hadn’t started out too well. For some reason (there’s always some reason), I couldn’t get going. I had no real mood-thing going, just a sense of blergh. I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t put my clothes on. Every time I looked at the clock, either one minute had gone by or an entire hour. I was supposed to have a friend over for lunch, but around 11:00 I called and said just not to bother, I couldn’t manage to even get dressed. I then sent an entire series of text messages saying things like

“I’m sorry. I’m a wreck. The house is messy. I have ZERO energy. I just can’t get moving AT ALL.”


”I just can’t deal with anything.”

”I can’t do this.”

I think you get the point. Basically, yuck-fest.

This same friend texted me back and reminded me of an agreement I’d made some months back that I was not allowed to call it a bad day until I had gotten dressed and went for a walk outside.

Luckily, it was 23° out. You know it’s been a crazy cold winter when that seems warm and delightful.

West Jefferson FootprintsOn the way there, this is all I saw.

West Jefferson

On the way back, this is what I saw. Because, as they say, things are looking up.

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