Yesterday was an exciting day for me. Leads were turning into listings, a house flip is nearing completion, and I was just feeling great. But I awoke this morning with the snow and cold getting me down. The winter blahhs had set in and I was having trouble shaking them. I made myself breakfast, thinking about my plans. I had to finish installing my new garage door opener, going for a run, and stopping by my daughter's to help her with a project. Ohh, those winter blahhs.
The funny thing with well laid plans are that they sometimes need to be changed. This installation of the new garage door opener had been begun a week ago and I just needed to finish hooking up the safety eyes. Well this rather simple one hour task turned into a full day project with many unforeseen problems. I was frustrated, but not daunted. It was just those winter blahhs.
When I realized this day was not going to go as planned, I took a moment to reflect. I am tired of winter and there is the possibility of another noreaster hitting us next week. Just what we need, more snow. Oh, those winter blahhs.
"Yoder," I said to myself, rather sternly, "you need an attitude adjustment. Winter will not last forever. Spring is eventually going to come. Banish this self pity in favor of a spring thaw. I reminded myself of a favorite Bible passage, "Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things."
Spring thaw will only happen in mind when I focus on what is good, true, and right about my life. Ahh, yes, remembering the movie, My Sister's Keeper, I watched with my wife. These quiet times which make up a 27 year marriage are such a blessing. The beauty of these simple pleasures are there during winter, spring, summer and fall, all year round. Think on such things and my winter blahhs will become spring thaws.
Not only must I remember simple pleasures like this, but lest I forget, I must also remember the phone call from 80 year old parents. I received this call this morning. We did not talk long, but I was amazed when my father told me he was sore. I asked him, "Why?" He had spent the previous day on a ladder removing ice and snow from the edge of his roof and guttering so the spouting could do its job. I thought how amazing and blessed I am to have healthy parents who still call me. Yes, winter blahhs do not last forever. The spring thaws will come.
Finally, I remind myself, at almost 50 I am training for another marathon. As difficult as it is to run in this winter wonderland we are having in Pennsylvania, spring will come. The adrenalin rush of completing a run is a reminder that the winter blahhs will not last forever. In fact, the joy of seeing the earth come to life after the spring thaws will be greatly enjoyed on those running excursions over the hills and across the covered bridges which lie upon my running routes.
Yes, I soon realized those blahhs were passing as I thought about what was true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy. It is indeed a great life, I just need to enjoy it.
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