Target doesn't open till 8 so we expected to kill some time. As I came up to where the two corner stores were I couldn't recollect which one was regularly less expensive. I picked the wrong one. I would not like to pay 3 pennies more for each gallon when right over the road there was less expensive gas. Gas will be gas. I'm not paying more for the same thing, I thought.
I'll go to the corner store by Target!
Dang it. Gas was the same cost. By then, irritated, I paid the 3 pennies more since I would not like to keep on driving around.
We touched base to Target with 10 minutes to save – immaculate planning.
Colton and I talked till the time had come to stroll in. I got some tea to at long last take a taste and a large portion of some warm earl dim wound up everywhere on my most loved jogger pants. UGH.
I was truly irritated with myself for not ensuring I had shut the cover. It felt like Tuesday had it out for me. I just about tweeted about my "unpleasant" morning till the little voice in my mind that develops by the day said – REALLY??
The day is not out for you. You picked the wrong service station. Major ordeal. You didn't put the lip on your container on sufficiently tight. It spilled. Major ordeal.
The day is not out to get you. Whatever remains of the day will probably be fine AND regardless of the fact that it's NOT FINE you are definitely fine.
Preparing my mind has been precisely that, preparation. In circumstances like this I could stay and make something tiny into something important. I could have let some spilt tea destroy my day. For what?
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