Lately, I’ve been spending some time in New York City visiting my family.
This means I get to walk around a lot more, which is great.
Except when it rains. I’m not a huge fan of walking in the rain.
So when it was raining the other day I wasn’t in the best of moods. My feet were annoyed, my hair was annoyed and that’s when it happened.
As I walked at my brisk, irritated pace someone said, “Good Morning!” I probably looked taken aback, but managed to respond with a good morning—though I admit, it wasn’t as cheery.
Not even thirty seconds later, I got another “Good Morning!” I had to smile when I responded. I think I may have even let out a small laugh.
Who says people in the Northeast are cold and in a constant hurry?
It really was a good morning. It wasn’t raining that hard and it was a mild day. Things were fairly calm in my world. I took it as a sign from you, Universe. A sign to snap out of it and enjoy my day.
So I did.
Thank you for the good-good mornings. I got the message loud and clear. Sorry it took me a few times.