Expecting things to be perfectly agreeable all the time’s like expecting the sun to shine every day of the year.
The trick is to learn to accept the bad days as well as the good – and to not only accept them, but delight in them.
I’m not perfect (far from it). If you ever saw me try to budget money (or calories), drive in the dark, or carry a tune you’d give me a hearty amen right about now. However, this dancing in the rain thing? I own it. I’m an expert at finding “my happy place,” so much so that most of the time people around me don’t even know when I’m burdened with something. “Well, she’s smiling, dancing and chit-chatting – all must be perfect in her world.”
Once (about 459 years ago), when I was in my twenties – my mom asked me how I kept from allowing a certain family (health) situation to “get to” me. I told her that it had definitely gotten to me, I just wasn’t letting my face know about it. After all, I had three little girls – and everyone knows how perceptive these little creatures are. So the heart was heavy but the feet did all they could to stay light.
When the world seems unreasonable and even ridiculous, do all you can to rise above it. Think of these storms as your mortal enemies, then catch them off guard and DANCE. They certainly won’t be expecting that.