Not always about type.

Forgive me in advance for being cliché?

Yesterday, as I was cleaning the blinds — a job which had me on my hands and knees on the patio up to my elbows in soapy water with a big scrubber — I had plenty of time to spend with my own thoughts. 

Sometimes, most of the time (if I’m being honest) my thoughts tends toward the extreme. Especially on days when I get upset. For instance, if one thing goes wrong I’m going to make a land speed record to assuming that all the other bad things will follow. But yesterday, a day which was full of some heated feelings, my mind found something nice to say. 

It happened when I took the power washer and was spraying the blinds down. I turned the washer off so the stream would be soft. I finished the blinds, hung them up on the porch fence and then started spraying my toes. (Why does water in between my toes always make me so happy?) Then I started spraying the plants in front then I raised it in the air. Teasing the breeze into spraying some water back onto my face. As I kept pointing it higher and higher a rainbow appeared. And that is when my profound, probably cliché, thought occurred to me. 

Sometimes you have to make your own rainbows.

I realized that even though I was feeling upset that I could choose to feel otherwise. I could find the good in a bad situation. It is usually easier said that done. But yesterday it was just the right amount of positivity to put me back on track.