Okay, I am here to say that… that being a person, especially a wise one, is kind of a mess. You think you have a philosophy about life, how you are supposed to be, then something expected and annoying happens. You are late. You are overheated. You cannot find your sunglasses. You feel clueless at work. You are disappointed in your friend who canceled last minute.

You want to be careful with people, be gentle with their feelings, and you are agitated and running late. You are hungry and tired. This is real news. It is real news for me to admit to myself. This is not sexy perfection. This not having something flowing ideally. This is not what we dream.

I am not talking about big painful things. I am talking about the little things which compose huge chunks of life too. You forgot your keys. You are not sure what to cook for dinner. You have to deal. Perhaps what is also true, is these things are not the exception to life. What if these are actually just part of the same narrative of that ideal life? That vision of the day? What if incompetence and struggle and annoyingness are part of it too?