Today I took two trains and walked three blocks in the morning to be told that 1) I was late, 2) what I had brought was wrong and 3) as a result, I wouldn’t be able to accomplish what I had set out to do. It was pretty terrible. After waking up late and then realizing I had miscalculated how long it would take the trains to get me to my stations, I hoped that the universe would cooperate with me. I walked/ran three blocks, and although I got there 15 minutes late, they still saw me, but as it would be the things I had brought were wrong. So I walked back three blocks, took the two trains back and walked some more. I’m lucky it didn’t rain.
I would be lying if I said I was all good now; I’m feeling better than earlier, but still feeling the strain. And while I’m sure/reassuring myself that some sort of good will come out of this, I am still dead tired and frustrated. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I’m just making my own life harder for myself.
