Used to be that I fretted. If little things didn’t go my
way. I wanted everything to fall into place. In neat order. As if by my own
grand design. Of course, I eventually recognized that was silly. And selfish,
too. Now I’m happy. And feeling good. Just trying to make the best of each day.
No matter what. Even if the day doesn’t
go my way. Because that gives me the opportunity. To learn. The fine art of
coping. Sure beats fretting over what might have been. –Jim Broede
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