There’s that famous saying about changing those things you can and accepting those things you can’t. What it doesn’t detail is what to do to help yourself accept those things you can’t change. Or perhaps, those things that you could change, and want desperately to, but are bound by duty or by honor to accept. This latter case is especially difficult compared to those things you just can’t change. So what does one do? I leave it as an open question for my readers (all zero of you 😉 ).
Today I have found I am grateful that I never did put that old racquetball away; taking it out of my car and slamming it against the cinder block wall at the back of the building was the vent in my teapot.
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 