It’s not necessarily easy. The laundry doesn’t present a perfect rainbow every day.
But knowing that it can…well, that goes a long way.
In the garden, there is a weed (okay, there are many hundreds of weeds, but there’s one in particular…). I know I need to pull it—it will soon set seed and cause me grief. But it is a lovely English daisy—a perfect mound of spoon-shaped leaves with dainty white and yellow flowers dancing above it. I smile as I carefully weed around it. I will get rid of it…eventually.
The drag of getting up at 5am to milk is a small payment for the peace and silence of a sunrise.
The ache in my back in the morning reminds me that I did something yesterday.
The brown film I scrub off the bathtub means we all spent the week outdoors.
The failed project teaches me.
I still grumble sometimes.
I still sometimes wish for a day off.
But it helps, to look for the good. It’s usually there, if only I look.