There are days when things just are not going well.  Despite your best efforts to feel grateful, positive, calm and composed, the wheels fall off.  Almost literally.  Today my campervan got a puncture and when I picked up my car from the garage they told me I would need two new tyres and that I shouldn’t drive it again until I had :-(

On top of that I was under severe work timeframes, got distracted by my girl friend who needed counselling, bless her, (actually it was more like a good talking to),  and was stressed to the max when I had to leave my cute puppy Taylor for a couple of hours while I did some errands.  The last time I left her it appears that she cried her eyes out for the whole period of my absence.  I don’t remember feeling that level of guilt since my kids were little and I left them in front of the TV while I had a shower.  This time she ate my toilet roll.

The final straw was having to do my accounts.  I have someone who comes in to the house to do the hard stuff.  I was so stressed I abandoned her and went to the neighbour to get help with my puncture.  Unfortunately he couldn’t fix it but offered me a glass of wine instead.  How could I refuse the kindness of a good friend?

I realised that this was not a day to make change careers or have a meaningful conversation with my husband, who has been working overseas for the last 3 months.  All I could think of was every single repair job that needed doing in the house – the bulbs that need replacing which I can’t reach, the gate that needs fixing and is too heavy for me to lift on and off its latch, the fence that hasn’t been stained since it was put up 5 years ago.  If I needed evidence that life is difficult, that nothing is ever done around the place and that I am very feeble at times then I found it today in bucketloads.

Needless to say, what I was actually doing was ignoring all the evidence that life is easy, that things do get done around here and that I can be a very strong person.  Just not today.  And that”s OK.  Because tomorrow is another, brighter day, when I will see things differently and that will be the time to have meaningful conversations, make difficult decisions and replace the toilet roll.  And not a minute sooner.

It’s summer time in New Zealand, and since Xmas we have had the worst weather I can remember in more than 15 years.  It seems to have rained non-stop since Boxing Day.  Not much fun for campers poor things, (I’ve had my share of washouts when under canvas with my children), but actually I quite enjoyed it for a change.  Firstly, I got to do some decluttering which I badly needed to do, but wouldn’t have done if the weather had been fine, and secondly I started a new jigsaw puzzle.  Doing jigsaws is an activity which I only allow myself over Xmas, since it is so all-consuming and keeps me up till 2am most mornings, just looking for that next piece.

We wouldn’t appreciate the sunshine if it wasn’t for the rain.  Rain gives us the chance to do things we wouldn’t do in the sunshine.  Rain reminds us how great the sunshine is.  Rain brings growth and renewal.  Any rain and sunshine mixed together brings us a rainbox.  Or two.

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