Let’s be honest. I love Christmas and I love autumn but … I don’t like that time in between. The days are so short it is barely light outside it is freezing cold and most of the time you get wet feet when walking down the road to just get some groceries. Basically you just want to cuddle on the couch have tea (or hot wine) and watch „Game of Thrones“ all day long. Then I found this little quote somewhere on the internet and I couldn’t get it out of my head and started smiling every time I read it
If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude. Don’t complain.
And then I had to remember what happend last year around this time. I live in a small village of 13000 habitants. Each year we have a little Christmas market in our little pedestrian precinct. Mostly it is just for three days but last year the local shops had organized a festive decoration and little booths for the whole month of December. The highlight was an ice skating course for children. The interesting thing was: instead of people cheering about it and being happy to have something different for this years Christmas time in the village they started complaining (specially on Facebook). It was too small, too shabby, too bumpy, not suitable for grown ups and many more hilarious reasons why they hated the ice course and with that the local shops. I could just shake my head at those people. Those grumpy people who can only be negative if someone tries to do something positive for others.
I am not always positive, especially during these gray days at the moment I have to fight for my positive attitude but I think we should all consider the reasons for our bad mood. Can we change the reason (gray days, a small ice course) no! So why don’t be positive instead.
Maybe I wrote this post mainly for myself to tell myself to not be too grumpy just because it is pitch dark outside at 4pm and just because I am getting wet feet.
I will just put on another pair of shoes. One with heels that keeps me far away from the wet ground.
PS I know I have some crazy hair in these spontaneous Parisian portraits that Conrad took of me on the steps to Montmartre…