I never cease to be amazed that this “old dog” continues to learn new tricks.  Over the past week and a half, I discovered that despite my ever-present Franklin (planner), calendar at work, myriad timelines and spreadsheets, goals and dreams, I really have little control in the grand scheme of things.

I don’t mean influence over things like how I parent or perform my job, whether my lifestyle includes healthy choices or if I’ll stop and fill up the gas tank on my way home from work.  I’m talking about having a clear Technicolor vision of what today and tomorrow look like, but then the rug is suddenly pulled out from under you.

First, it was a death in my husband’s family, and then it was a nasty virus infecting our household, followed by a fly infestation (okay, 10 of the winged insects), two more dead rats in the attic and some suspicious water stains on our dining room floor (which is leading to another renovation of sorts).  These “little” annoyances, individually, are just that — annoying — but cumulatively, they ultimately change the shape of the path on which we’re traveling.  Thankfully, I believe the desires of my heart are divinely planted, meaning Someday will happen with or without my “help.”  The scenery may have simply changed a bit en route. ~ cs

Always the write time to: deal with things I have control over and remember not to sweat the small stuff.  This means I will still make plans, but when a wrench is thrown into the mix, I’ll just work around it.

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