My own worst enemy.

Little things. Inconsequential things, really. Often disrupt my day. And I don’t like that. I shouldn’t allow the small stuff to negate an otherwise good day. For instance. If the Chicago Cubs are having a bad day. I’m bothered. Annoyed. Maybe because I want the day to flow smoothly. Perfectly. Without disruption. Everything falling into place. Even the outcome of a baseball game. I know. I know. I’m at fault. I don’t have to be bothered. But here I am. Treating small stuff. Like big stuff. Giving it too much attention. Far more than it merits. Yes, I know it. But still. I’m compelled. To be my own worst enemy. Go figure. I wonder if that goes for most of us. --Jim Broede