We used to say “one day at a time”.
I’m becoming more used to saying, “one moment at a time.”
Yesterday my calendar had a number of booked in appointments. One was moved to next week hours before it was to happen. Another was a mistake in inputting in the calendar – easily remedied but kind of threw me off. The weather was foreboding so I rescheduled a meeting to Zoom instead of in person.
I’ve added to the inconvenience of this day and age – the problem of contacting people. For the Zoom call, I went to Slack, then to Gmail, then to cell number, . . . until I finally figured out the link to the Zoom call. I wanted to contact another person, but again – which communication channel to use? Interestingly I can’t remember the last time I opened the telephone white pages – the first place I would have looked a few decades ago.
Once again the old adage proves true – “Blessed are those who are flexible for they will not be bent out of shape!”