As I type these words, I am imagining the voices of everyone here in northern New England cursing the near-constant rainfall as holiday weekend plans are being upturned, events are being cancelled, no doubt leaving many feeling frustrated and disappointed.
It sucks when things you've been looking forward to get cancelled, and especially when your livelihood depends on those things taking place.
Having a day wiped clean by circumstances beyond your control can be a gift you weren't expecting. It can be an opportunity to reach out to a friend you would've seen at that now-cancelled outdoor event; to start a new healthy habit you've been meaning to get around to; to finish reading that book you started weeks ago; to take a walk and notice how lush everything is; to sit quietly and enjoy the rarity of silence; to redefine celebration itself.
Celebration doesn't always have to be big and loud and public and full of fanfare. It can also be quiet and gentle and closer to the heart. Especially on a weekend that, at least in this country, is all about independence from what came before, celebration could mean carving out new traditions with family and friends.
And I don't know about you, but I find it hard to stay upset for long when the world is as beautiful as it is.
Whatever you're up to, rain or shine, I hope it brings you joy!
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