We ought to value adaptability as one of the character traits we aspire to have. If you think about it, adaptability usually breeds joyfulness. Adaptability is about flexibility and making the most of every situation. If you're able to do that, then you're able to feel joy in the moment and in your circumstances.
My weekend was all about adaptability.
First, my son had to participate in a swim meet Saturday. I was determined I was going to be the parent who sat in the stands cheering on my son, while Mr. Country Belle participated as the requisite parent volunteer. I thought after homeschooling all week, working, cooking, and generally schlepping my son all around town, I deserved to sit on my tushy and just watch.
Then the meet organizer climbed the bleacher steps, looked at me with puppy dog eyes, and said, "I need ONE MORE timer [to time the swimmers' races].
So I stood at the side of the pool for three hours and timed races. Adaptability.
My next plan of action on Sunday was to once again sit on my tushy, read the newspaper, and generally surround myself with nature on the backyard deck. After all, it isn't often we get the 76 degree sunny day in November the weather forecaster predicted for Sunday afternoon.
Then we returned from church and I was all ready for the backyard. And then it started to drizzle. And then it turned into a drizzly, slushy mess. And the clouds never lifted and it was 15 degrees below the forecasted temperature.
So I watched "I Love Lucy" with my son and cleaned out an entire kitchen cabinet and reorganized it. Then I prepared my table with Thanksgiving linens and decorations. Then I wrote an article for a client. Adaptability.
It's something I have to work on, as I love my big, deep rut of a life. But I think I did pretty well this weekend.