The gray, somewhat snowy, somewhat rainy, altogether sludgy days are abundant in this part of Pennsylvania. I often ask myself what I’m still doing here, since I have an inherent need for sun on my skin. Despite my desires to be in a warmer, bigger elsewhere, I welcomed all the gray this day had to bring. I’ve recently begun a sincere attempt to switch my thinking, to synthesize happiness and to find at least three positives in each day…
1. A quiet, reflective consumption of delicious French toast leftovers from time well spent with a dear and crazy friend.
2. You know the feeling the gray days bring- wanting to curl up with tea and a good book? The union of that feeling and the ability to do just that is really perfect!
3. A day to myself. No place to go. Nowhere to be. Just me, a sheep skin, my arm chair, my window light, a good view, my tea and contentment.
Bonuses: the perfect size and sentiment of grandma’s gradation mug, the warming effect of yellows, pools of pure maple syrup, the ease and payoff of making homemade whipped cream, finding a friend’s drawings in my reading material !!!
I’m really quite lucky!
To Happy Gray Days!