Cascade

I must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Barely a mile from my house, I got frustrated with the morning back-up of buses pulling into the bus terminal. I had the audacity to honk my horn at a bus that was stopped on green. Isn't it illegal to stop on green?

Then I got to my office and called the bus terminal, letting the receptionist know that it's illegal to stop on green and could she please make the bus drivers stop doing that every day? It frustrates the morning traffic. Never mind the fact that I could have woken up five minutes earlier and gotten to work on time.

My negative outlook already set, I proceeded to muddle through the day, hardly motivated, feeling angry with people who monopolize the office copier and short-tempered with the intern who needs an instruction manual for every task. Even my banana tasted overripe today.

What's up with that? Why is it that when we let our guard down it seems like the devil jumps in and takes over? I got swept up into my frustration before stepping foot into the office and it started a cascade of woe-is-me.

I know God is bigger than that if I would only let God have control of my life. Giving up control is so hard. I can usually do it for about 6.7 seconds and then my nose itches and I get distracted and take the reigns again.

I have about 60 more years to keep working on this. For now, God has control of me. God says that tomorrow I should take a different route to work.