The weather isn’t good or bad. Your choice of clothing may be good or bad but the weather just is. That is what my friend Berit once told me. She said that in Norway they don’t judge things like the weather they just accept them.
I’ve never been much of a weather watcher. I rarely pay attention to the forecast and my choice of clothing could sometimes be labeled “bad” if “weather appropriate” is the gauge.
Often, I even forget to check the forecast when heading out of town. I just assume I generally know what to expect. When traveling to Scottsdale, Arizona as I did a few days ago, I expected pleasant and sunny with a chance of the need for a sweater early or late in the day.
I’d put my message out to the Universe asking for a few magical days to recharge and clear my head. I already was imagining walking in the desert, basking in sunshine, taking in colorful sunsets and breathing in the fresh air and wide-open space in between visits to the spa. It was a little gift I had given myself to celebrate the fabulous last year I’d had in my business.
Instead I got rain. From the moment I pulled my rental car onto the highway on Thursday evening until early afternoon on Sunday the rain never stopped. It slowed, and sputtered, and then started up again even harder than before. By noon on Friday with no end in sight I found myself wondering how I had ended up here on days with such bad weather for my little getaway.
Oops, had I just judged the weather? Guilty! I could hear Berit’s words in my head and felt her smirking. But come on. I had asked for a few magical days and I have just come to expect the Universe to deliver. So why was it raining? Read more »