Eyore has a routine. He wakes up, the sky is gray. He goes to the stream, the water is cold. He eats a thistle, it tastes like dirt. And he’s okay with it.
We can learn from that. Not every day has to be a highlight reel. Sometimes, the goal is just to get through the day without your house collapsing on you.
So next time you feel a little like a “glum, gray cloud that forgot to rain,” just remember Eyore. He would nod at you. He would offer you half a thistle. And then he would say, “Thanks for noticing. It’s bad.” And you’d both feel a little better.
So here’s to Eyore. The friend who lowers the bar so we can all step over it. The patron saint of Mondays, flat tires, and rainy afternoons. Oh, bother indeed—but with love.
