What will be, will be
I’m not going to sit here and split hairs about how hard it is to have a cold, make and costume for Mardi Gras, do your work, watch your child who is out of school, as well as accommodate guests into your newly arrived at B&B profession, but I can tell you this, somewhere when I was on my knees cleaning the baseboards that I suddenly noticed had dog hair on them, I just kept saying to myself, “Never be the victim in your own story.”
And that is how today I’ve coped with the onslaught of discordance and derailment (no yoga, no dog walk), and just let the mystery be.