I guess I should say when life gives you rain, you gotta learn to play in the puddles. Sounds just cheesy enough to be inspiring, right?
Above is a photo I took while at my normal babysitting job. The boys were so excited to get out and play in the rain because of the stream that had collected in the storm drain. They spent over an hour collecting sticks and rocks and sand to dam up the stream and marvel at the changes they were making to the strength and pressure of the water. When they were finished, they were both happily soaking wet, cold, and extremely muddy. It was like a dream come true to them, and I'd spent the whole day in a slump because of the rain. Seeing them enjoying the crappiest of weather made my day a bit brighter, but I still can't help but fall into a rut when literal or figurative rainstorms show up in my life.
There's so much to be happy about! We live on a planet that has an plenty of puppies AND cinnamon rolls to go around, no one should EVER be unhappy! Well, I wish that logic worked. There's just something about the weather sometimes. Rain is somehow subconsciously tied to my "I'd rather sleep my life away" reflex, and on days like today I'm ready to let that reflex take over.
Sitting inside on rainy days makes me think of all the things there are left to do. All the things that I'm not doing because rainy days suck. That inevitably stresses me out. Cleaning? Homework? Forget it. I'm going to watch Netflix in my pajamas. It's my own doing, really.
But maybe, just maybe, if I get outside and stomp around in some puddles, I'll capture the fun and freedom of a rainy day. Still... a cup of tea and a bit of Gilmore Girls sounds pretty good right about now.
What do you do on rainy days?
How do you get rid of rainy day guilt?