I question everything… a lot. And after a string of bad luck I’m likely to question harder and harder about the decisions I’ve made to bring me to the place I find myself in. Not easy questions. But after my latest spell of bad luck I’ve come to learn I need to stop questioning everything and experience what I’ve chosen to do without doubt. Today at the dentist, sitting under those awful bright lights, preparing myself mentally for a root canal, my luck changed when the dentist poking about my mouth said, “You know what, I’m on the fence. I don’t think you need to have this done.”
Hallelujah, on this 18% gray day in Maine, what is sick is certainly not dead.
