A wise guru advises her devotees not to allow themselves to fall apart as such a practice has a tendency to easily become habit.

I’d like to be able to report that I am not prone to such displays of fragile character, but I made a promise to myself a long time ago that this would be a chronicle of honesty.

I endeavor to be a constant pillar of strength and composure, but that is simply not always the case. Recently, though, I’ve become like a brittle twig, splintering whenever the wind blows with an unexpected gust. And it has been especially windy the past few days.

How often have I been reminded that the only thing in life I can attempt to control is myself? I must learn to do just that.