|...only because I needed a pretty picture, with sunshine.|
But I'm an introspective person, so this morning when I was driving to pick Oliver up from preschool I was thinking "what is wrong with me, why am I so miserable?" I was listing all the things that have gone wrong and that are stressing me out. I even began listing things that COULD go wrong. Then I stopped.
My life is fine. My husband has a steady, reliable, relatively secure job. We have food and a roof. My kids are healthy. My husband is nice to me. My home isn't under five feet of water.
Heck, we even have electricity.
As I sat in the parking lot, waiting for Oliver, the sun (something we haven't seen here in what feels like forever) beat on my face and I suddenly felt much better. Yes, forcing my misery into perspective (and there is no real misery, I assure you, all of my stressors lately are so ridiculously minor that I'm almost embarrassed) helped, but I think the sun helped more. I can take all the vitamin D in the world and (when I'm done ODing on D) it wouldn't help me as much as feeling the real, actual, physical sun on my skin.
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