I went cycling yesterday. As soon as I set off, it started to drizzle. And after 5 minutes, the rain had picked up to a steady patter.
I stopped on the side of the road and contemplated returning to my dry, comfortable living room.
I then had a flashback to 2016, when I spent 2 months travelling down the Mississippi River with friends. We were outdoors the entire time. And when it rained, if we weren’t in our tents, all we had were our jackets.
I wasn’t concerned about the rain back then, so why was worrying about it now?
The tension in my shoulders subsided, I lifted my face to the clouds, and felt the droplets fall on my face.