Appreciate the rain.

I was walking through the kind-of archway of trees; it’s a quieter shortcut with much more nature. I mainly do this to avoid being splashed by puddles – if you’re feeble enough to go the hill way then you don’t know this village as much as you should. I wound up wearing my denim flares with some one-inch checkered red and black platforms, made of vegan leather of course, to brave the walk to number one. As I walked Brian’s dog Betsy every single day (par one; I slept in until 5pm. I call this the quarantine low.), I realised that I really enjoyed enjoying my appearance despite being the only person except for Brian to see myself in the full glamour of my 70’s-inspired fit. But I didn’t care when I put this outfit on.

This led me to have a quarantine-epiphany, the kind of knowledge that you’re under house arrest for a reason that wasn’t because of you – but you just had to suck it up – and therefore skewed the path of your life slightly as to best make use of this situation. That’s a quarantine-epiphany. We all do these things. Hairdresser decides to move her business online to make hair tutorial videos, slightly altering her path to accommodate her talents. The solicitor who decided to pursue a video-chatting service to her clients, expanding her business globally, instead of signing with an agency. The gamer who thrived as he was online already – and used monetization from this influx of internet usage to quit his day job at Tesco’s.

My quarantine epiphany was as follows:

Why don’t we like rain? Is it because it usually means you’re cold and wet? Why can’t we just accept cold weather and be happy in cold circumstances – and stop idolising hot weather. Human beings are at the constant mercy of weather which is incredibly unpredictable.

(I found this out by planning my day today on the basis of it being warm after 6am, and then getting rained on as I walked through the aforementioned archway. It rained from 12am until 5pm. Unreliable.)

Why are we humans at the constant mercy of the ever-changing weather? Why do we push back plans for events and all other things that could be carried out during rain and cold temperatures?

Because us humans are feeble, and have no self-discipline when it comes to their natural instincts which are to; stay indoors during winter, huddle up and retain energy, become lethargic, stockpile food, and mate lots.

One would assume that because of their cognitive abilities – we could put these predispositions aside. But no. We have no concept of a life in cold climates – and the public of the United Kingdom (from firsthand experience) are fed with a silver spoon when it comes to life choices, opportunities arising, job vacancies and accommodation. We always have a comfier and less healthy alternative and we always tend to jump at it…

But note this. We’re complaining that we don’t have enough time. Instead of being a help-denying complainer, why not open yourself up to the idea of moving around when you do things? For example, if you spend a lot of time sitting on the toilet, bring a book. That will knock out two birds with one stone; finishing that book you’d been meaning to finish, and spending time on the toilet!

So why do we waste time when it’s raining – surely having plans based on weather removes the freedom you’re trying to achieve by making those plans? If your plans were versatile enough to withstand any weather (yes, excluding hurricanes…) then surely they’d be more your plans and not a plan you chose from a shortlist fine tuned by mother nature. Why not write down what you’d do in the sun – and then a list for what you’d cross off if it were raining. Then ask yourself why? Why wouldn’t you do those things? Could the problem be solved with an umbrella? Yes? Then get an umbrella?

Some things have to be done during sunny weather; charging a solar panel for example. Next time you do a list remember that you can’t charge your solar panel during the rainy seasons. Oh no! However will you charge your solar panel? I hope we’ve established how I feel about this subject. It’s ridiculous and divisive. The same applies to day and night time but that’s for a different story.

Time management isn’t a technique – more of a skill that you can master. The art of not wasting time is a technique. Time management is. You can’t manage time, and time isn’t measurable so it doesn’t exist. The fact that we linearised time transforms it into existence, but we could forget about it and nothing would happen. We would still age just as we would if we were to use a different measuring stick for the same concept.

It’s all about using time to your advantage – and stepping back occasionally to assess where we are wasting time. Is it that you’ve separated your commute from your daily reading – when you could ideally be combining the two? Perhaps you could be folding laundry whilst dinner cooks, or washing the dishes whilst the microwave heats up your food? Doubling up tasks that can be done coinciding with one another is called not wasting time. And like I said, it takes a master to accomplish true time efficiency.

So why can’t we use time management with the weather?

We can – and I do it all the time. Walking your neighbour’s dog in quarantine? Why let the weather interrupt your routine and cause you to spiral into an endless rabbit hole of laziness and couch-lock? Why give mother nature the time of day?

At the end of it all, when you look back in hindsight, you’ll see that the world doesn’t stop turning when you stay inside and let the day pass you by. It just exists without you – and is less enriched by your presence. When you stay inside, you become more sad. You being alone or isolated in solitary conditions will likely worsen into loneliness – because being alone does not equate to loneliness. Albeit, being alone can still be a root cause of loneliness.

So look outside and before judging the rain as being ugly, or unpleasant, or cold just think to yourself – whose measuring stick are you using? When I look at the rain clouds, or the fog, or the snow, it’s its own phenomenon. Black and white films are just as interesting as modern colour films – it’s just a different box of frogs.

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