Blessed are the flexible...

Anyone who has known me for very long knows that my own personal beatitude is, Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape. Life has been messing with me lately and I've had to hold on to that pretty tightly. I have so much going on in just trying to keep up and make a living as best I can while nurturing some of these projects that I expect to become fruitful and we know that when you're juggling chain saws you don't need any monkey wrenches thrown into the mix. So things like exploding chicken casseroles and realizing that my car keys are sitting on the seat of my locked car while I'm running errands way on the other side of town have been tempting me to cry, get angry and frustrated and otherwise wallow in non-productive space. Thank goodness for that beatitude which has been doing double-duty as a mantra to keep me from going totally bazonkers. Sometimes you just have to stop and take a breath and make sure your priorities are in place. Most of the things that bug us aren't worth the energy and don't impact the things that are truly important in our lives. It makes my life a lot more pleasant when I can keep that straight.