Making Lemonade



Tomorrow begins another set of three days in which I work for TNG, and my vehicle still isn't ready at the mechanic shop.  Unfortunately, this means I'll have to rent another car till the end of the week.  Unless tomorrow morning, by some miracle, the mechanic should call telling me the truck is ready.  With my luck, I doubt this will happen.  Since there isn't anything I can do about it, I'm trying to make the best of the situation.  It is all out of my control.  So what point is there in getting pissed off?  It's only money, right?  Yeah, money I don't have.  I must remain thankful I do have a vehicle, which needs repair from time to time, and a job to pay for the bill, if not all at once.  Ha!  As a result of everything happening to me, today was another day on the bicycle.  As I was cruising around town, I expressed a heart-felt prayer of gratitude for the strong legs God has blessed me with and the good exercise I was receiving.  Of course, while I was out running around, I took more pictures of Fort Worth's beautiful landmarks.  In addition, I ate lunch at a restaurant I had never eaten at before.  And the cherry on top of my day was meeting a friend for a time of fellowship and a smoke.  Now I am happily content at the apartment winding down the day.  If you're anything like me, and life gives you lemons, start making lemonade as if your life depends on it.  At least you'll have something refreshing to drink while you wait for the storm of life to pass.


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