They say to make lemonade with the lemons life hands you. Well, I’ve got barrels of lemons and I’m ready to start squeezing. From now on when trouble comes my way, I will remember the color yellow and how many kinds of it there are: Sunshine and daffodils, buttercups and canaries, bananas and custard. Brilliant and bold or pale and pleasing, yellow comes in many shades and shapes.
We need yellow if we want to paint a picture, there will eventually be a time and place for it. That is the way of trouble too. It comes and goes unbidden. Much of the time we heap more on top of the bit that’s there by thinking it could have been avoided if we were wiser, quicker or somewhat better. This only leads to double the trouble.
From now on I will wait it out and remember that
trouble doesn’t arrive by general invitation and will not depart any sooner if
I choose to dwell on it. So too this
present trouble shall pass but it will soon be replaced by another. Recently, we’ve learned what it is to be
malleable albeit involuntarily.
We don’t like the truth of our powerlessness over our circumstances. It is humbling and we may misinterpret that as humiliating. If we look through a lens that’s even only slightly distorted then yellow, who did nothing wrong, becomes the color of cowards and our courage evaporates like smoke.
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