weathering. . .
Lately, I’ve been on thin ice with myself. Grumbling more than I should. Complaining more than usual. Knitting all the while because it’s a good way to pass the time. I think that we sometimes expect not to have to go through difficult times once we reach a certain age. That the hardships of the past are way behind us. That the uncomfortable and stressful jobs in the corporate world are mercifully over and done with. All of the platitudes apply.
But life is unpredictable. Certainly, out of our control. How we decide to weather it is what’s both hard, and also what’s most necessary. To consolidate our reserves and our values so that we don’t go slip-sliding around on a slippery slope of self-pity. Or worse, entitlement.
I’ve learned some lessons lately. And I’m not all that proud of them. Life is long. And we’d better get used to weathering whatever comes along. I know I will.