The way I write, the assumption that I lead some kind of charmed life, that bad things don’t happen to me, could be made.
It is currently 5° outside (that’s -14 C) and our boiler (our equivalent of a furnace) went out last night. I’m starting a new project that’s a two-hour commute from my home, each way, today and my car (after 150,000 without an issue) sprung a leak in the cooling system Saturday evening…
My friends, shit happens. All the time. There’s no way around it. So I did what I always do when things fall apart. I put them back together with a little spit and duct tape and I’ll make it work.
That’s just how life rolls, there’s nothing bad about it. When I keep a good outlook on life, I just work through the rough patches so I can enjoy the good (which is the vast majority of the time when I’m making good decisions).