Sweet sentiment, but have you ever really tried it? What a load of hooey. You get wet, and depending on the season, cold. And it might ruin your shoes. Definitely your hair.
Maybe I’m too macabre for my own good, but for me it conjures up a scene from Bram Stoker’s Dracula that, after our heroines frolic in a surprise spring shower, turns really, really, I mean really dark.
And then there’s the lightning. Just ask anyone who has had the misfortune of being with me in a freak storm how terrified I get. And how fast I can attempt to run.
So imagine my delight when this morning the sky opened up. We’re talking biblical rain here.
I’m in a stage 4 panic. There’s roughly half a football field separating my parking spot from the door. A lot can go wrong in that span of space, especially when I realize that I won’t be able to book it.
So I slog through, but not without some serious emotional trauma from nearby lightning. My shoes, fine. Hair, not so much.
Maybe I approach MS much the same way I do a thunderstorm — try to run like hell from it but still get slammed.
I get that “learning to dance in the rain” is a metaphor for coping with life’s adversities.
Those Panglossian types will say I need to let go of my fears, find the silver lining and boogie down a little in the rain.
But I know the best of all possible worlds doesn’t include multiple sclerosis.
So forgive my pessimism when I can’t embrace my disease, even just a little bit, or learn to cope with it beyond managing my symptoms day in and day out.
I’d rather try to run like hell from it.