You knew it was coming. You just didn’t know when.
With the asphalt of our journey through life, emotional pot holes will fall. The very boundaries in which we live are tested and sometimes, we fishtail. The only thing to do is steer in the direction of the spin.
How to you allow yourself to fill your tank, check the tires and keep your hands on the wheel when all you feel like doing is getting out of the car? You just do. The same way you turn the wipers on when it rains.
It comes from an indomitable will.