I like pretty umbrellas.
For years, I had one that was white and looked like flowers had rained down on it. My favorite one now has pretty red birds helping to shelter me from the rain.
When I shop for a new umbrella, I try to find the cheeriest one out there. Often, my choice leaves my hubby saying “That’s okay. I’ll get wet.” should we find ourselves walking together in the rain.
Driving Larry into the rain isn’t my point, but my umbrella choices are on purpose. They’re designed not simply to fight away the rain, but also to fight away the gloominess that descends with it.
The pretty umbrella is my weapon against the rainy day blues.
This morning is dawning into a rainy day. The old song says that on a rainy night in Georgia, it feels like it’s raining all over the world. I’m here to tell you, rainy days in Georgia can feel that way, too. And I’m guessing it’s a fact that is not bound by geography.
Life has its rainy days, too. We find ourselves in times of trouble, where the world seems intent on pouring gloom, despair, and agony into our days. And it is easy to wallow, to focus on the rain, the wetness of our clothes, and the frizzy-ness of our hair, metaphorically speaking.
Enter our pretty umbrellas.
Rainy days will come — literally, financially, emotionally, physically. While we are shopping, before the forecast even hints at rain, we need to pick out our pretty umbrella, to figure out how we’re going to fight the gloom that we know will come some day.
I am trying to be more intentional about developing my own happiness strategy. The Pink Typewriter Project has helped me to be more mindful about how I respond when rain starts to fall. I’ve had times in the past where I’ve chosen simply to get as wet as possible in life’s rain and then to be mad about it or sad about it. But life’s too short for that.
To face today’s rain, I’m going to pick out my favorite outfit, take a little extra time with my makeup and completely ignore the ponytail holder. I’m going to do all I can to make it a more positive, sunnier day. I just might find myself singing in the rain under my pretty umbrella.
How do you fight life’s rainy days? Do you have a strategy for fighting the rainy day (or sunny day) blues? We’d love to hear about it in the comments.