“Win where it counts.” These words jammed up the gears of my day.
After Lori said them, I drove away in silence from my short lunch at home feeling irritated, saddened, and challenged all at once.
I had just spent the previous 20 minutes pacing around my kitchen, shoveling in a quick bite, and grumbling in front of my wife and kids about all the messes around me: 103 degree temperatures, pool algae, a broken air conditioner with backordered parts, and not enough time—complaints poured from me like contaminated run-off, poisoning a peaceful lunch.