In a rut

I don't really mind being in a rut as long as it's a good rut.

I mean sailing along, eating veggies, drinking coffee, indulging in cuties and still having my one slice of bread with Irish butter everyday is delightful.

Add in some exercise and at least one useful thing I do for the rest of the world and I feel complete.

Talking to my son, or Bestest is the icing on the cake.

Until someone drops a big pile of goose grease in front of me and suddenly the rut becomes impassable.

Now that poo can be in its original all natural form, or it can be manufactured by words, or bills, or needs I hadn't counted on, but the effect is pretty much the same. My way is blocked by an unwanted, unexpected obstacle and it seems to me that this is the real goal in life.

How do I bypass, or deal with these unexpected bumps without making a mess out of everything else?

Practice, practice, practice!  (If it'll get me to Carnegie Hall, surely it will get me to the end of a month like February.)

I've heard it a million times in my life. I hear it nearly every day in some form. Just keep going. Do it. Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. It's advice as old as advice probably gets.

Just don't quit. A rut is only as good as my ability to stay in it!