crossroads

Drinking coffee at home isn't so bad she thinks, sipping her usual milky latte out of her favorite cup. I don't have to worry about whether the barista is going to make my drink quite right, the way that I like it. Today, and for the last couple of days, she's felt a vague sense of disalluionment, finding out that the few things that she thought she had a wee bit of control over, she doesn't. Must I always try to play it safe? No. Not at all. But good to play it smart. Maybe things aren't headed in the direction that I think they are. In fact, maybe the best thing to do is to give up all control over what will happen in the future, let go of those reins that I'm holding so tightly, she thinks. Easier said than done naturally. What to do now? Go for what I know is Good, the capital G in it's proper place. Forget the other ambitions, wants, needs, desires. When it all rains down like houston in a miracle season, the G is what it's about.