I blame math

I admit it. I am a control freak.

I offer to drive because I like being in control of the vehicle and destination. I like being the lead duck. I like having a formula or equation. I like figuring out the solution.

Much of my "human life" has been spent truckling along my own little path. I generally assume that I don't make that much of an impact on the planet. (okay, part of that is by design so I can continue to claim the element of surprise when I and my kind take over) I have a quiet little life that is pretty much designed to be with in my control, more or less.

Not to say I can't handle the unexpected. It's just that over the years, I've always been pretty good at controlling that which I could and thus being able to roll with the unknown.

Like traveling. I love to travel. I love the planning. I like arriving at the airport early, having a treat and cup of coffee. Arriving at my destination in the manner in which I expected to. . . and then just letting the adventure happen. I'm very good with the logistics.

This past year, it's all gone to hell. I feel that not much has been within my control. I've had several losses, have more coming, and all of it is beyond my control.

Which sucks.

And, I blame math for convincing me that there is, in fact, and equation for every problem.