It's here somewhere

It has to be

Oh the irony.

This edition of the Foolsletter was going to be easy.

I was simply going to edit and update something that I wrote quite a while ago.

And?

Somehow?

The file I want is gone.

Where did it go?

I’ll never know.

There are however a few gaps in my google drive that I can’t explain.

Perhaps I was going over and did some mass deleting.

Luckily, the photos from the past are still sticking around.

Some of the writing and compiling that I did between June of 2020 and February of 2021 is not.

And this is no longer within my control.

I’m frustrated.

And this is a great segue for a bit on zones of control.

The last few Foolsletters were about roadkill.

When a squirrel runs under our car, frequently that’s beyond our control.

Swerving to avoid something that’s dead already?

Those reactive impulses are things we can learn to control.

The fact that I deleted a really great bit on zones of control?

Well, I can’t do anything about that anymore.

So.

There are the things we can control.

That’s where we can actua…