Just when all my ducks were in a row and everything was humming along peacefully, someone comes along and kicks my ducky into the lake, waving my lines, shaking the pond. Everything seems turbulent.
I guess I have to decide, choose, try to get up again. That’s the only way I will win. I Will Win. I Will Win.
I’ll get up again. Next time, I know not to kick my own duck.
Maybe a rippleless pool is not so bad after all.