I reluctantly take allergy medicine in case my miserable cold symptoms come from all the ragweed. Just in case, I reason.
Soon, I’m myself again–no sneezing, itching eyes, or running nose.
It’s a simple solution to a predictable problem that I forget about every October! I think about my complex musings about all sorts of problems and how quickly I misinterpret what’s happening.
I‘m miserable! This is terrible! I’ve come under attack!
No, silly. It’s something predictable and manageable and part of this season. Knowing this brings comfort. It’s a good reminder for spiritual matters as well.