We all have the unexpected rainy days, right? Everything you planned or hoped for just goes sideways in a moment. It does not have to be anything tragic but simply just enough to get you off balance. It does not take much to push us to the brink, given the right set of circumstances.
These are the days that start out with bad news, accompanied by bad news and then lived in a context where you have no idea how to process it because you are with grieving people in a house over stuffed with family the day following a memorial for a lost loved one. That was Tuesday. It was just the start of the day.
I found a Starbucks, did some work and then drove around the block several times. Perhaps, I should have circled once more. My dad used to walk around the block when the Dodgers were failing as to not show us explosive behavior. You knew not to speak to him as he headed to the door. He had to walk it off alone. I don’t like being alone.
After showing a bit of drama on my part, I rushed my family to the car and headed to a beautiful little town on the coast called Santa Cruz. This was my beach town growing up—a thirty minute drive from my hometown. On the drive over the hill I had to let the kids know I was sorry and that I was upset and unfortunately directed it at them. They forgave me, even though my actions hurt them.
The minute we arrived, rain drops. Then pouring rain. Now that we live in Southern California, our blood has thinned and it being summer we were in flip-flops and t-shirts. We were cold and wet.
Then it started to get fun. We got even more drenched between bookshops and stores as the rain increased. It was now an adventure. We picked up a hat, a hoodie and some books. We all were wet, but we were together.
Because of the generosity of family, our budget for this short trip allowed us to go to a favorite Italian restaurant to end the day. It was a first time for our kids there and a treat to celebrate, albeit a day early, our wedding anniversary with the four of us. A day that had begun so badly had ended so heavenly.
Sometimes life is like this. We get off balance easily by things—sometimes big or otherwise. I wished I could have kept it to myself like my dad did with things, but also am glad I have a family that goes through things together. Sometimes, you need to go through things alone. Only sometimes, though.
What is your preference in dealing with rainy days? Go it alone or not?