Yesterday was a day when my agenda was shot full of holes and when the car went where I’d not intended. Sometimes these are the most pleasant of days and I call them days of surprises. Sometimes the new things I find myself doing are not so pleasant and I call them days of surprises anyway. These surprise days are the ones on which I discover again that I am not in control. The days I do the things on my list…well, I should call these days of surprises too, I guess. It is like when a parent, bearing most of the weight, helps a child lift a heavy box and then tells him, “My, how strong you are!”
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Are you OKAY? Last time my car went “where I’d not intended” I had to wake up my dad to tell him, “No, I wasn’t speeding… you can tell cause it didn’t roll.” And, it was his car, not mine. That was an evening of surprises!
You aren’t the only one who thought my comment about my rogue car meant an accident of some kind.