Fatalistic

I saw the dark-haired girl today, briefly.

I pulled into the same gas station I always go to, drove up into the empty space, and as I was doing so, I recognized the vehicle alongside me. I got out, and whistled a tuneless attention getter, and when that failed, I called her name.

It was a brief conversation, discussing our Canada Day plans. She said she hadn't called me the day before because she thought I would be busy with the new contract. I explained I hadn't started it yet, sidetracked yesterday by other work, and having taken today's national holiday off. I felt judged, lazy, but then again, I had been lazy yesterday.

She asked when I was planning on taking the boys to the fireworks, and then said that she would call me tonight.

My ex called this morning, and I gave her more advice about her disaster-in-motion, and she asked how I got so wise. I said, we all know what to do, we can give great advice, but when it comes to ourselves, we do not see the obvious path.

I cannot see the big picture when I am in it.