When I drive, the bus goes over cliffs, into pits, and just gets, well, stuck. In the past week or so, which is the end of the difficulty I spoke of yesterday, I have tried to take control of things I have no business trying to control. My habit of clinging to control has unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, I'll choose the latter - bodes for a better tomorrow), brought me down today with a sickening thud.
There is very little in my world I can control. I am putting practices in place to prevent further damage by putting my two cents in where they don't belong. By practices, I mean literally. These are things I will do every day, every hour, to keep my purpose aligned with where I belong. The way I've lived for many years, with me driving the bus (but recently was shown another way) is a life I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
May 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.