You can’t have perfect kids. There will be tantrums – in the busiest store, at the loudest possible volume, probably after breaking something. There will be fights – in children’s time at church, for the whole congregation to witness.
You won’t have a perfect job. You will screw up, at least once, painfully, and someone else will catch it before you do. You will get fired – by your boss, by a client, by yourself.
Some days it will seem like nothing can go right.
Once in a while it may feel like nothing will ever go your way.
Here’s the kicker – things always work out the way they’re supposed to. And I am a firm believer that what goes around, comes around. And that if there is a God, or an Allah, or whomever in terms of Higher Beings, that He/She/They never give us more than we can handle.
3 clichés to live by, but you hold on to what keeps you going. No excuses.