I realise I was a bit hasty in thumbing my nose at people who err on the side of throwing caution to the wind. Who hasn’t done the wrong thing on impulse? Indeed, premeditated sin belongs to the wicked few; we usually overstep the boundaries by actually not giving ourselves time to resist.
Irritations minor and major are always going to pop up at work, at play, at church, at home. Not mistaking ashes for ambers while swiftly dousing the real fires are what make up the little victories, the ones that matter in the long run.
I don’t want to look back in anger. I don’t want to catch wind of roiling whispers and end up fuming on worthlessness. I don’t want to be that kind of person.
Patience. With yourself. With the greater good. With God.
Avoid the head-on collision. Put on your seatbelt of practical virtue. Adjust that frickin’ mirror of self-reflection. Think twice before you turn the key.