And that’s a good thing.

I’m thankful this Thursday for the passage of time.  For the wisdom that comes with experience.

Such gloomy days we’ve been having this week.  Wind and rain.  A slight chill.

It’s all very depressing, and I’ve been feeling a little depressed.  That old “what’s the use?” feeling.  A little bit of “Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, gonna go eat some worms.”

But, the thing is, I recognize this place.  I’ve been here before.  And the recognition is something for which to be thankful.

I know that I do not like gloomy days.  I like them less now that I live in a house with lots of windows—and, it must be confessed, as yet inadequate lighting.  (Lamps.  Must put lamps on the shopping list.)

I have a cousin who says she is solar-powered, and I’m thinking, perhaps, it runs in the family.  Not that I’m a sun worshipper.  I can imagine few things more unpleasant than an afternoon broiling on a beach towel.  But I do like the world to look cheerful.

So, it is nice that I have reached a stage in my life when I can feel this way and recognize that it’s because of the recent time change and two days without sunlight and my thermostat set a hair too low—and, probably, because my To Do list bores me and I haven’t anything terribly interesting on the horizon just now.  I recognize that the sun will come out, I will get lamps eventually, and something new and good is probably just around the corner.

I know that later tonight my husband will say something funny, or I will have a surprisingly delicious meal, or an old friend will call tomorrow, or I’ll have a sudden idea for a new play, or my new neighbors, when I get them, will be the most awesome people in the world.

See, time passes.  And we learn things.  And it’s all good.