My previous post sure was grumbly, wasn't it? I meant every word of it, this is true.
But I actually left the festival smiling. While we sat on the grass with our water and cold chicken, I observed this woman nearby:
And I realized:
SHE is at the same festival that I am at, at the very same time. She has trudged through the same crowd, the same chaos. I see that she has a meal with her, and is probably also waiting for friends. Hence, she waited in the same lines.
And SHE is dancing, while I grumble.
And we make choices about our perceptions and our reactions.
And hers is SO much better than mine was.
I will remind myself: Lori, choose to dance.