If only the path were straight and obvious. We could appear as if we have it all together. Regardless of planning and order life doesn’t follow instruction. He has his own tale telling. It can be frustrating and daunting.
Though I just wipe the board clean and figure out where to begin. Creating a path between the mess to clean up. Sometimes we can catch the glass before it falls, but there are times when we do not see before gorging a foot in it.
I have done this literally. I could have thought back and changed the circumstance, but the outcome would remain. Hiccups for headaches. Take it all. It is in the fall that we walk. Back to a place where we have been. Only then can we see the mistake that was made. Then what? Repeat or change? Who will I be today? Surely not my yesterday.