...is "Why?"
Why does life come in spurts of insanity interspersed with momentary calms?
Why does my daughter alway seem to get sick with some contagious something the week of her birthday?
Why can't funerals be at more convenient times?
Why do I think scheduling home renovation projects in advance will somehow mean I'll have more control over the timing and process? (re: contagion, birthday, funeral)
Why do I not feel more freaked out over this?
Perhaps I am learning that there is no control in life. It's more like surfing....
calm seas for a time, then the waves come, and sometimes you ride them, and sometimes you wipeout.
I guess I've learned how to surf through life. It's a good thing.
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