Tuesday, June 03, 2025
Bad day, good life
Yesterday I got up and the car wouldn't start. So I got my bike, and it had a flat tire. After attending a funeral, I got the call from the repair shop that my car was "dead."
There was a moment of feeling sorry for myself. But, fortunately, context heals everything. If the worst thing to happen to me is a car not starting, life is pretty good, after all. And life is pretty good!
Like most people, I sometimes let minor setbacks feel like a big deal when they really are not. What has come with age is the ability to quickly talk myself out of it-- to replace that pathetic self-pity with genuine gratitude.
Spring, sometimes, makes that easy.
