Make Like an Indoor Cat and Adapt to Your Surroundings
You can get angry — or you can adapt.

I did a little workout beside the catio (a patio we built for our indoor cats) today. The sunlight cascaded across my sweaty legs as my cats chomped away on grass poking through the gaps in their cage, like we were at a pandemic-friendly zoo.
None of this is what I’d planned for the afternoon.
I’d meant to go out for a walk, but I didn’t. I’d meant to go much earlier on, but I hadn’t. I would have been frustrated by that, but I wasn’t.
Instead I adapted. I grabbed the stepper machine — making use of the tools at my disposal — and strode outside. I adapted.
Because there is always a reroute, a diversion to whatever roadblock you encounter. It might not provide the same scenic views, but there’s always something to look at along the way. Prettier things, even.
Like an indoor cat eating grass outside.
Oh hey, whilst you’re here: why not put the “em” into your “emails” and lob your name onto my mailing list for weekly em-bellishments on my rose-tinted, crumb-coated lens of life. It’s the equivalent of the reduced section in the supermarket (low value Weird Crap™ that you didn’t know you needed).





