This morning I got up and when I let the cat out, the thermometer outside the back door told me it was 32. Yeah, 32F. And just so we're all clear, this was not an early rising kind of day, it was 8:15am. I decided it was a good test. I'm leaving for New York early tomorrow morning, and I'm told it's much much colder there right now at the same hour of the morning. So test things I would: I put my walking clothes on and went out for a walk.
And came right back in.
I need a hat. I need mittens. I need things for my neck, and other things to stop any and all drafts from creeping up my back or down my legs. Putting on socks, a t-shirt, yoga pants and a heavy sweater on top was just not going to do it.
So it got me thinking about testing and temperature, and decisions: You know how when you decide to make a radical change in your status quo, or take a stand for yourself in a situation that has been troubling you, or just rearrange the living room furniture after a few years, and all the little creepy crawlies, bugaboos, and other annoying creatures of doubt and unease and uncertainty come out to harangue you?
Well, what if we "dressed" for a change we are planning?
What if we planned for the cold? or the heat?
What if we welcomed a change in temperature and because we were ready for it, it was all smooth sailing?
I've got my hat on, and all other important surfaces are covered by warm cozy things, and back out I go. It's 9:07 and it's now a balmy 33, and I'm ready to walk. Tomorrow, I'll deal with the real cold, today is a test.