That was 39 years ago and I still wonder; when? Not yet, not on this side of the grass I'm afraid. I am not laughing my ass off, but I am learning to let go of the disappointments a little sooner.
My husband and I got some disappointing news today. We had life changing plans, all set in place. The event was to take place tomorrow morning. We were emotionally prepared. I had vacation time arranged. Then came the phone call, putting it all on hold. It was out of our control.
I wanted to cry, to call the people holding up the process and scream at them. Don't they know they are messing with people's lives? I didn't do that. Today I realize, even though I may be feeling cheated, God has a plan. I don't know what it is, but I can rest assured, it will be better than the one that fell through.
Progress not perfection. Every time I realize a break through of some sort, following a brief mountain top period, something else pops up. You would think at this time in my life, I've lived long enough to know, there is always something to work on.
What can I do today to become better tomorrow? Breath. Accept life for what it is. Stop trying to manipulate everything and everyone. Be the best I can be for now.
Fantasizing the freedom to accept my character defects as they show up, so I can work on transforming them into something good.