How’s the Weather?

Bynhcarmichael

Yesterday it was 67 degrees in New Hampshire.  Today it’s 35 degrees.  I drove to Portland, Maine for meetings and was greeted by sleet and snow.  It’s April in New England.

This isn’t the only place that has extreme swings in the weather, but I don’t live and work in those places.  When I booked meetings in Maine I had 50 degrees and sunny in mind.  Another lesson from Mother Nature.

In general I don’t mind the weather.  I’d rather not be brushing the snow off my car after a lunch meeting in April, but since I don’t control the weather and chose to honor my meeting, why complain?  Stoic philosophy has a few core principles, and choosing how you react to things is a big one.  So it snows?  So it goes.

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