Ever have one of those days where you should have stayed in bed? Have you had a time when things were going swimmingly for days or weeks, but then the dam breaks, knocking your head into a reef but you’re still alive to feel the pain wishing someone would put you out of your misery? Well, today was one of those days.

I got really lucky with the outcome. But it made me think. We can’t live like John Travolta’s character in the movie, Boy in the Bubble. We don’t know what’s going to happen from one moment to the next. Someone once told me, “If you could have predicted what was going to happen, you’d be pretty weird.”

Control, or lack of it, is hard to let go. There are some things that are beyond our control and that is ok. What is not ok and may need more investigation is the repetition of the same mistakes over and over again. Our subconscious mind is a quirky lil bugger. It may sneak up on you and make you question your sanity or morals, or both.

So, as much as I would like to crawl under a rock right now, hold my breath, and wake up when I’m 80, I know that tomorrow brings a redo and opportunity to forgive and be kind to myself, for I am all I’ve got.