If I were my own best friend I would remind myself to be ready for…
a serving of “roll with it.”
***Holy moly. I woke up this morning with a plan, a list, and a huge number of things I was going to accomplish. And then… I get served a big ol’ plate of “roll with it.”
It was barely 7 am.
First I tried to fight the plate. I battled. I fussed. I raised my blood pressure. I paced and bemoaned. There was nothing to be done. Like a pretzel with hot mustard sauce my “roll with it” just stared back at me. It was a calm roll with a slightly spicy “it” sauce on the side. It knew it would eventually win.
Finally I sat down and ate my “roll with it” (like I should have done to begin with) and got on with my day. It was a good reminder to not get too attached to “my plan.” Because most of the time there really is no plan.