While undergoing sleep therapy yesterday, I decided to take the time to really listen to and enjoy the rain on the leaves outside. It's a sound I love, and in lives past I would have taken a nap just BECAUSE it was raining so I could listen to it and fall asleep.
After enjoying the rain for a bit, I focused on the wind. I noticed that the sound itself was not unpleasant. It was actually very similar to the sound of crashing waves in Mexico, one of my favorite sounds on earth. For a few moments I pretended I was in Mexico, but then I brought myself back to Oklahoma and the wind-and enjoyed not the waves on the beach but the wind outside my window.
Today the wind is still there, and I have finally learned to enjoy it. Yes, I believe that joy can become a habit just like anything else.