There are lots of things that can contribute to making a bad day. I am beginning to be really frustrated by the level of congestion found in driving in Toronto. And the driving-habits of many, sadly, need attention that few seem willing to give.
There are spring bumps, pavement irregularities and pot-holes that rattle the under-carriage of my auto, not to mention my own fillings. It's the beginning of the detour season and soon helpful flagman and concrete barriers will signal another chapter of the never-ending-story that is the improvement and widening of some areas of the 401, throughout the city.
In my own life, disappointment, the soon-passing of my father, the letdown of some relationships - or their simple failure to bloom as promised, the normal ups and downs, challenges and setbacks of living, get my attention. As if we should be surprised that some days do not go as planned, a few destinations seem more and more distant, and something we have long feared has finally come to us.
I am torn between living life with as much gusto and excellence as possible and coming to a point where if something is worth doing, it is worth doing badly - yes, even badly, if it is now to be done at all.
Safari, Journey, walking along the Way of life - whatever one calls it, there are more turns and quirks and surprises than ever I had thought possible in younger years. I still like the surprises, twists and turns, for the most part - but my coping ability and resilience (not resistance) seem, sadly, oft to be waning.
But then I still strike out, aiming somewhere, still pressing forward 'toward the mark' (as St. Paul put it), which I suppose signals some kind - some measure, of faith, hope and even determination, still.
There are spring bumps, pavement irregularities and pot-holes that rattle the under-carriage of my auto, not to mention my own fillings. It's the beginning of the detour season and soon helpful flagman and concrete barriers will signal another chapter of the never-ending-story that is the improvement and widening of some areas of the 401, throughout the city.
In my own life, disappointment, the soon-passing of my father, the letdown of some relationships - or their simple failure to bloom as promised, the normal ups and downs, challenges and setbacks of living, get my attention. As if we should be surprised that some days do not go as planned, a few destinations seem more and more distant, and something we have long feared has finally come to us.
I am torn between living life with as much gusto and excellence as possible and coming to a point where if something is worth doing, it is worth doing badly - yes, even badly, if it is now to be done at all.
Safari, Journey, walking along the Way of life - whatever one calls it, there are more turns and quirks and surprises than ever I had thought possible in younger years. I still like the surprises, twists and turns, for the most part - but my coping ability and resilience (not resistance) seem, sadly, oft to be waning.
But then I still strike out, aiming somewhere, still pressing forward 'toward the mark' (as St. Paul put it), which I suppose signals some kind - some measure, of faith, hope and even determination, still.
