There was a spot of time a few years ago where I was going through a major depression. My finances were in disarray, my dating prospects seemed to get dimmer by the day, my car was broken I could feel myself getting distant from all I cared about…I felt like I was sinking and nothing could go right. And the more I thought about it, the more I got down on myself.<\/p>\n
One day during this period, I went out to get a bite to eat. While I was out, I saw a dog run into the middle of a very busy local road. The dog somehow made it across the street unhit and kept running onward. Concerned about the dog, I decided to keep following it to see if I could capture it and return it to it’s owner.<\/p>\n
So I followed it for about an hour trying to catch it through parking lots and the like. There were a couple of times that I almost succeeded, but it ran away first. Finally, it wound up springing into the hands of a man that scratched it’s ears which I’m pretty sure was it’s owner.<\/p>\n
At the time, I viewed that as a failure. After all, I was never able to actually catch the dog, which is what I set out to do. And really, he might’ve run that way anyway.<\/p>\n
Looking back though, I was completely wrong in that view. The dog was safe. That’s what mattered. And whether I had a part in that or not matters little beyond that.<\/p>\n
I don’t put this up here to brag, but rather to remind myself of it and of the lesson I should remember: not everything has to go according to plan for something to become a success. Sometimes, the best successes just happen naturally.<\/p>\n
And because of such successes my friends, life is back to being good. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There was a spot of time a few years ago where I was going through a major depression. My finances were in disarray, my dating prospects seemed to get dimmer by the day, my car was broken I could feel myself getting distant from all I cared about…I felt like I was sinking and nothing […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-382","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/382","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=382"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/382\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=382"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=382"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=382"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}