There I was, ten-year-old Mary, stuck in the back seat of the family sedan with my two brothers when we stopped at a red light. We were heading to a friend’s house who just got a new pool. We were excited and impatient.

And then the weirdest thing happened.

It started to rain – but only on the back half of the car!

Ahead was sunshine; behind us was dark and rainy. A downpour. For just a moment, we existed on the cusp of sun and rain, of dark and light, of good and evil (evil, if you’re trying to go swimming.)

It was magical, mesmerizing, unexpected, and difficult to reconcile. The day we were having now depended on which window we looked through.

Another take on the glass half-full or half-empty question. Both are true, but which perspective serves me better? If I were a gardener in a drought, I might choose rain. If I’m on my way to swimming, I’ll choose the sun.

What are some of the little lessons you’ve picked up along the way? Where are the incidental choices that make a big difference for you?

Mary