Does everyone have days when you feel like you have it all figured out?  I mean, the secret of the universe is yours . . . you have all the answers, if only people would ask . . .

My time in that part of reality is limited, and I learned a good lesson from my husband:  Stick your hand in a bucket of water, then see what size of hole is left when you take your hand out.  Sobering.

On that note, I found a short video online the eother night that offers some perspective.  Do you think we all spend way too much time worrying?  And about the wrong things?