Since I work at home it doesn’t matter what it’s like outside but when the blue sky disappears and the sun can’t be found, I look out the window and am tempted to be a bit depressed. At such times I have a cup of tea.
While I’m sipping, I remember the almost-blizzard I was driving through while sliding side-wise and wishing I could avoid such weather on my way to and from work.
I remember the realization that if I wrote for a living, I wouldn’t have to worry about the weather and the decision that followed that I’d become a professional writer.
And then I smile and continue writing.