With the arrival of March 20, we have the start of the spring season! And, here in Florida, we do love our afternoon showers—“spring showers,” as I like to think of them. But during a recent rainy weekend, I momentarily got grumpy thinking: This is going to mess up my plans! I quietly shifted my mind and reflected back on my childhood. I remembered how much I loved stormy weather. Back then I would choose to be happy and dance in the rain.
I was reminded recently that’s it’s okay to ask for help, which, ironically, is something I typically don’t feel comfortable doing. I love to be independent, but clearly, the Universe had a different message to send to me this week.
I was in my garage, preparing to run to the grocery store. I planned to buy the ingredients for the dishes I promised to bring to a huge party I was attending that evening. It was Saturday morning, and I had everything perfectly scheduled on my calendar: I would shop, come home, cook, get ready, and be out the door “just in time” to arrive with my three fabulous dishes. But then . . . disaster struck!