The museum I work for has a big fund-raising art fair every year over the weekend after labor day. All staff work all weekend making sure the whole thing happens without a hitch. Today the hitch was non-stop rain and low attendance. I couldn't bring the sun out but I could smile, make coffee, talk to those who came, keep my volunteers smiling, pass around M&M's and compliments and remember that the end of the world will look a lot different than a grey sky, a muddy ground and a fairly empty party. Plus, you know, I wouldn't be smiling if I didn't believe in what I do.
I feel for the exhibitors (soggy tents and hours of standing there waiting for people to come in) and I know we'll be trying to creatively raise some more money this year, but I was pleased to see my colleagues and friends smiling too.

take care,
Rachael