My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Rather than be upset by changes in the schedule or the occurrence of the unexpected, why not make it the rule that schedules will change and that unexpected things will occur on a regular, but unpredictable, basis.
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