So how bad was it?

Why is it so easy some days?

When I notice there’s a pebble my shoe, I stop, shake it out, put my shoe back on, and get on with the day. And on those days, by the time evening rolls around, I’d be hard pressed to even remember that I’d had a rock in my shoe.

In short — it was a bad five minutes.

Then there are the...other days.

I can take that same bad five…