It's all about attitude

The world is overflowing with attitude these days.  I suppose it always was it's just that I didn't have the time to notice. Thank you very much Mr. Zuckerberg for setting out that soap box. I think you helped turn up the volume on absurd and fleeting thoughts. And kittens, a lot of adorable, funny kittens.

The winter has been long and harsh. I can't take it anymore is the chant I hear.  It has made me sick! The sun is not shining, it is not warm, the sky is falling! Look at ME! We have armagedon headed to MY town, we are the only ones who are having a bad winter, a bad day, a crazy weather day. I wonder, do these people have anything to even look forward to? Are their lives so barren that hope and faith are long forgotten concepts that expired in a time and place long past. Do they not feel wonder or appreciate the anticipation of delights yet to come or see what is going on outside of their self spun gloom?  Does that cocoon give comfort I'm not seeing?

I have attitude also, but mine is not of the grumbling variety.  I fear it makes most people sneer and roll their eyes. I don't care really it just makes me scratch my head. I wonder if I am missing something important, if I am unable to comprehend the magnitude of the little undesirable  moments in life. Have I not had a bad day in my life, no bumps, no scrapes, no loss?  Am I not living correctly?  I think not but I certainly feel out of step with the barrage of negativity swarming about. 

Am I the only person out there that thinks this winter is just another year, much like any other in that it is completely different from all the others, consistent in it's inconsistency?  Is my giddy anticipation that surely the sun will again shine and that I will feel it's warmth hug my very soul to be dashed by yet another bitter cold day with snow, ice or rain to send me into an abyss? Hardly... What I'm feeling is the excitement and anticipation. Same as a child waiting for the arrival of Santa Claus. I don't have a sense of when that arrival will be but I am certain it will come. I am positive the ground will begin to move with the sprouts of promise. That the arrival will be more magical than I can imagine even after all these years and all it has to offer will sweep me off my feet and make me sing and dance with delight. It happens every year.  I always swear this spring, whatever one I am witnessing at the moment, has to have been the most beautiful ever.  I find magic in how quickly it comes and how fast the little buds fill the in the blank white, gray and brown pallet with so much lush color. It always takes my breath away and it's always worthy of waiting for.

Go on world, keep grumbling and hating on it all. Keep on thinking I don't understand, because frankly, I don't.  I woke up this morning and I'm warm and have a full belly. I am alive as imperfect as it is, it beats the alternative! My day is filled with promise. I will have an opportunity to learn at least one new thing and be able to do one good thing for someone else. And soon enough I will feel the warm fresh air blowing through open windows. It's headed my way, maybe not yours, but mine for sure. It's going to be grand!