In spite of our moving project, this was such a glorious day that I had to take time to celebrate it. Summer and, to date, Autumn have not been particularly memorable what with colder than seasonal weather and rain and gloom on a regular basis. But today was inspiring.
I started it in a fretful mood, driving to the health club to swim. I fumed about the fact that the buyer of our current home wants to visit tomorrow with her friend from California, this while we’re in the process of packing and the house certainly doesn’t look like it did when she first toured it.
On the other hand, I relished the late sunrise and the colors that streaked the sky. I reveled in Handel’s music as I drove to the club. In addition, I noticed that whatever I put my mind on was what my mood became. So I determined to think lovely thoughts, as Mary Poppins would have encouraged years ago. I finished a freelance assignment, met with our gardener, and went to dinner with a couple friends. Now, at the end of the day, it’s all worked out, and I’m off to read the paper and think even lovelier thoughts.
The buyer comes tomorrow and I really don’t care. How’s that for mind over matter?
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