When you’re so busy being flexible, do you ever think, “For Pete’s sake, just do it my way already!”?
I do. It’s a flaw. I find it raises its ugly head when I’m confronted with certain situations that make me recall certain expressions.
Like, “When one door closes, another one opens.”
But what if I liked that door? What if I’m really unhappy it closed? What if I go through the other, new, now open door, and don’t like what I find? What if I want to walk through the open door and find what I’d found behind the door that’s closed? I can be very stubborn about this stuff. It’s a flaw.
Being denied something I loved makes me grumpy. I try not to talk about it but sometimes I do. Like today. I hope you laugh.