Like waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Or maybe, a pair of mud encrusted combat boots to drop, may better describe it.
I hate it when I over-think my life,
leading to over-eating,
and being over critical,
and over-ly tired of myself (and those around me).
When I break it down in small chunks my life is totally manageable.
But when I think of the big picture, it pretty much over-whelms.
If you write to me and ask "why?" or "what the heck is going on?"..
I won't be able to answer because I really have no clue.
(And maybe, just maybe that's why they call it the blues..??)
que sera sera...
come what may....
it is what it is...
it be what it be...
Is there really any other option..??
Well, actually there is.
While you can't change the wind, you most certainly can adjust (and re-adjust and tweek and turn and so on) your sails...
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.” ~ Anne Bradstreet.
|This lovely image and the quote above it were both borrowed from the Flowers Magazine website|