Perspective
I went for a bike ride this morning. It was beautiful. It felt great to be back on my bike. Breathing in the cool (freezing) morning air. Enjoying creation. But I complained. I complained about the effort it took to get ready to ride. Airing up my tires. Making sure my chain was oiled. Getting on my biking shorts (spandex. believe it). My jersey. My riding shoes. Helmet, sunglasses, gloves, water bottle. Driving 15 minutes to the lake. So much effort just to spend 45 minutes on the bike. Then I watched this.
I don’t mind the process anymore.
What are you complaining about? What circumstances are going on where you need to change your perspective?
