Trying

The gravity of the situation started to weigh on me as I left work tonight. I was definitely bothered and distracted. I realized when I left I had to make a slight detour going home because I was supposed to go down one of the side streets and look to see if a particular house is for sale.

I did...and...it wasn't, but the home next to that particular house was for sale. I made a mental note of that, and dug through my computer bag to write down the phone number off the sign. I didn't find a pen. I did see my checkbook....and I realized that I had to go back to the office. I owe my colleague R some fund raising monies and I was way overdue in paying.

I'm really trying to be optimistic. I'm really hoping that I had forgotten my wallet for a reason, and the reason was to talk with my sweet neighbor Mrs. F, who unbeknownst to her gave me a warning of the troubles to come. Had I not spoken with her, I might not have judiciously looked for the damning letter that was in with an ungodly large pile of junk mail. Had I not forgotten to check out the house....or had I not forgotten a pen, I may not had remembered that I really needed to pay R. And trust me, the few minute trip back to the office was nothing compared to the potential grief that I would risk from R had I not paid...again.

On the way home, I saw a shooting star. I made a wish.

In the past when I've been fraught with a difficult challenge, my mind sometimes drifts to a quote I learned a long time ago:
Problems worthy
of attack
prove their worth
by hitting back.
Burma Shave! (just kidding)

There are many times when I find inspiration in Piet Hein's words.

I'm not sure if I do now. It's hitting too hard!

On the way out to the car, I saw the full moon. I made a wish.