Monday morning and my mind is in a thousand places. Brian's home today. He really should have taken a sick day or three last week, but his boss was out and he was tasked with helping the new guy get on the right track. As a result, my lovable snot monster is kicking back today and letting me herb him silly to get rid of the catarrh.
It's snowing. It's easy for me to appreciate the beauty from the warmth of my home in the woods. I'm not looking at high traffic areas making it dirty and slushy, all I see is the pristine whiteness covering the mutli-shade greens of the pines and the hues of brown from the bark of the hardwoods. This snow brings the wonderful noise-dampening silence that I adore. I imagine having to travel in it might give me a different outlook, but for now I find it very lovely.
I'm trying to puzzle something out. I find myself more and more often reading things in friend's journals and wanting to pat them on the head and say "that's nice that you have such a strong opinion. Good for you." This is a change from my normal feeling of wanting to point out the flaws in their arguments and show them that instead of getting their point across, all they've done is alienate with their bullheaded arrogance. Instead of wanting to rub their nose in their spew and show them that they aren't better than the rest of us that like what they are sneering at, I just grin and move on to the next thing. Somehow my attitude has mellowed and now I just want to pat their frenzied little noggins and smile at their agitation. This is how I am. This is how my friends will have to accept I behave. I'm ok with it.
Blame it on the new hair making me feel pretty. Blame it on a few of the right words spoken at the right time. Blame it on the few good influences sticking around in my life. Blame it on a number of things, but I'm feeling pretty good about myself and my life again. And somehow, that makes me more willing to be generous of spirit.