The other day I wanted to throw something. Or have a pity party that would involve eating lots of Patticake (from YUM!) with Cookie Dough ice cream.
And I couldn’t figure out why.
Until the late afternoon when it hit me. I was cranky because I felt out of control.
Can you relate? Maybe just a little bit?
You’ve had days like this when you were planning an outside activity and it’s minus seventy billion degrees,
and a friend who’s made a commitment to be somewhere backs out,
and a kid gets sick, and that thing that was promised is late,
and people don’t realize how lucky they are to have you around.
Big stuff and little stuff can throw us.
A lost job.
A freak accident.
Public criticism
Bottom line? You feel powerless and you feel like you’re living a Plan B life, and you don’t like it.
Not one bit.
It feels like everyone else in the universe has power and they’re using it to wreck your day. Can I get an “Amen!”?
But what if…
