Getting on the proper track.

My psychological worst. Comes when allowing little, inconsequential stuff bother me. To the point of fretting. And anguishing. Needlessly. Yes, I should merely step back. Distancing myself from the annoyance. And getting on with the frolicsome life. Really. When I think about it. Life was meant to be enjoyed. Savored. And here I am. Too often complaining. Over trivialities. But some good comes from it. Ultimately. When I get on the proper track. Again and again and again. --Jim Broede