You ever have one of those weeks where you’re getting things done, all the balls are in the air and something happens to make you drop them?  That happened to me yesterday and this morning.  The bad thing is that as each ball hits the ground it causes shockwaves that run across its surface that upset the people you love.

I’m down but not broken.  I’ve apologized now to two people but they are both still upset and likely to stay upset.  Sighes.

Onward and forward.  I will take my lumps, try to assess the landscape and move forward in my brick shoes.  Ugh

One day at a time.  One day at a time.  One more time? Yes…one day at a time.  As Daddy says….breathe.  God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.  Alanon comes in handy sometimes even when alcohol had nothing to do with your fuck ups.