A couple of days ago I woke up with a case of the “why bothers”. It was snowing, but not pretty – a bit of February snow with freezing rain coming down. I had nothing planned for the day—just take the dog out, bring the dog in, take the dog out, bring the dog in. Try to cook something healthy. Floss and brush. Blah.
As I was lying there wishing I could just sleep the day away, an inspiration hit me, sponsored by the white stuff outside – why not make it a “White Day”?
Instantly I cheered up a bit. I got up and put on white underwear (sorry; TMI). I found a white sweater and helped my husband (whose back is healing up from a herniated disc) put on some fresh white socks.
I found a couple of white mugs in the back of the cupboard for morning coffee and put extra milk in it. I eschewed the usual greens/berries/chocolate in my smoothie and concocted a banana/coconut. For lunch I made a white-bean soup I had never tried before, which was yummy! (The secret was the rosemary, which I know isn’t white…a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds).
By mid-afternoon, White Day inspiration started to fade. The weather slogged on, my shoulder started to ache from taking the dog out, and my curmudgeonly side reasserted itself. But a small inspired decision to have some simple fun had decidedly brightened my day, and consequently my husband’s.
This morning I enjoyed some left-over fun from White Day. On White Day I had thrown in a load of – you guessed it – whites, but I hadn’t taken it out of the dryer. After taking the dog out, and bringing the dog in, and cleaning up the pee in the house, and taking the dog out, and bringing the dog in, I turned on the radio and started folding laundry. The second movement of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony was playing, and I couldn’t sit still. I started galloping around the room with socks in my hands to the gallop-y parts and waving my arms about with undershirts to the lyrical violin-y parts. I had a blast!
I’m too old and creaky to go camping, too poor to travel, too introverted to party. But I’m learning that I don’t have to let those limitations keep me from having fun. Now, can I think of a day coming up soon where I could celebrate another color…maybe green???