Potholes

Some days it feels as if I am riding a bike and the universe has paved a road just for me.  I pedal quickly. The sun and wind feels good on my face and I move through the hours effortlessly. Like freshly greased bearings or cogs whose teeth fit perfectly together, I slip smoothly in and out of tasks without glitches or stoplights or barricades.   And then there are days when it feels like the universe has given me a dirt road to travel, dotted with potholes and cracks I just can’t seem to avoid.  Tasks get done the hard way. The bearings have lost their grease. The cogs have lost teeth and are jamming.  But I find the best way to make it though is to breathe and slow down and take the time to avoid what you can.  It doesn’t help to stop and wallow in the pothole of sorrow.  That just prolongs the journey.  Instead, I slowly move in the right direction and have faith that the road will soon be paved again.