I think more than a few people will agree on me with this one – I’m fickle.
I am the literal embodiment of the saying, “you always want what you can’t have.” And I’m not exclusively referring to material things. Although I’d love to have a 2012 Mercedes MLK.
I’m talking about wanting straight hair when you have curly hair. Wanting to be taller or shorter. Wanting Bush back when you have Obama. Wait, what? lol
I’m talking about the seasons.
When it’s the middle of summer and the heat is so stifling that I can’t even walk outside to the mail box without breaking a sweat, ALL I can think about is how badly I want it to be fall. In the fall, when it cools to the mid 70s FINALLY, all I can think about how is winter – being able to see my breath, frost in the mornings, and the hope of at least one snowboarding trip. But then in the winter, when my finger tips are numb, I have to scrape my windshield before going to work, and EVERYTHING around me is dead and bare, I crave the spring. It’s a vicious cycle.
Then there are mornings like this morning –
It was beautiful – plain and simple. And I was immediately happy to be exactly where I was at that moment.