It’s been one of those lazy wintry Saturdays for me–hoping no one calls, rationalizing staying in and delaying anything that involves going outside because of the gray skies and crummy weather.
I actually love the winter in New York, the fresh crisp air and pretty snowfall. But sometimes I just don’t want to leave the warmth of my space and bother with putting on endless layers just to step outside if I don’t really have to.
But during on the fence moments like these, I usually end up feeling glad that I said Yes and Go instead of No, Stay.
It’s also during these times that my mind inadvertently starts playing games with me.
Today was no different.
If the Sky stays gray, Stay. If it turns blue, you’ll go outside.
Deal, I say.
I promise, I say.
Around 10am, I looked out my window. The Sun seemed to be having a mini battle against the gray Sky.
I had just eaten a satisfying no-hassle breakfast of ramen and kimchee and was perfectly content.
So what comes next shouldn’t come as a surprise.
Don’t win. Don’t win. I begged the Sun. Don’t turn blue, Sky. Don’t do it. Don’t succumb…
Just short of noon, the Sun was proudly blazing against the most perfect hue of blue. And a bird, all alone, soared, making broad loops, simply having a ball.
I honored the deal, kept the promise I made to myself, and well… the day only got better.
Willie Nelson, take it away: Blue Skies.