Did you ever have a day get derailed? Or a life, maybe? There you are, driving along, minding your own business, full of plans, when suddenly someone t-bones you or if not so serious, a huge truck stops and you can’t drive around.
So what do you do – drum your fingers on the steering wheel or lay on the horn? Maybe mutter or yell a few choice words (I wonder why Southern people say “Pardon my French” right after they swear.) Not that the swearing changes the reality, but it’s a way of railing against the unfairness of the world.
But is it unfair?
Today I’m stuck in bed with the flu, not daring to venture farther than ten feet from a bathroom. All my beautiful plans are put on hold, and my brain is so foggy any new plans would probably be embarrassing when I regain normalcy.
So what do I do? Rather than focus on the disaster on the road in front of me, I’m going to look at the weeds blooming on the side of the road.
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