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A few weeks ago, I was in New Orleans, and it started pouring. I’m talking buckets, like it rains in tropical places, warm and relentless.

We had a long walk to where the car was parked, and there was no getting around a walk in the rain. I tried to keep my head down and hug the wall, hoping that overhangs would shield me somewhat. Within a block, I was soaked, and it was obvious that the technique of playing it safe wasn’t going to work.

That’s when it occurred to me: what if I don’t fight this? I’m soaked, it’s warm and not at all unpleasant. What if I dance in it, hop in the rivers forming along the curb, and just embrace the fact that it is raining?

So that’s what I did. It was amazing.

Now, I’m no rain-dancing heroine. It was warm. I was not in any hurry. But it did occur to me that it might be a better blueprint for life, to embrace what’s happening, instead of trying to hew to how it should be, or how you wish it was. Sure, there may be times we can stay dry in the rain, and maybe we should do that. But when rain is inevitable, maybe it’s time to dance in it instead of sticking near the wall.

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