Choose the Penguin

It was 55 degrees at the park yesterday, borderline FRIGID by Florida standards, which prompted a puzzled Macie, now 2 years old, to ask:

“Where are you snow?”

“Penguin, where are you?”

Once upon a time, not so long ago, our unworldly-adorned, curiously-inquisitive, ever-expectant hearts asked those same questions even on “cold” gray days.

Now, we mostly complain about them – I know I do – and if we wonder at all it’s not about where the penguins are hiding, but whether and when we'll see the sun again.

Make no mistake. It is a choice. And it’s one we make 100’s of times a day. But only one of the two path holds the promise of a joyful heart.

So if joy is what you seek, the next time you’re offered the choice between playing hide and seek with a penguin or boarding the train to Bitterville, take a page from the Playbook of Your Childhood Heart.

Choose the penguin!