Getting in my way

My life is great if I don’t get in my way.

That’s a big “if.”

Here are a few of the ways I can screw up:

I think I know what other people are thinking. I’m wrong most of the time. Okay, all of the time.

I cogitate on what I’ve done wrong today or 30 years ago. If I want to really get into a crabby state, I write them down. 

I think Nigel J. Wiggins wants me to take his red ball out of his mouth. He doesn’t.

I believe the group will enjoy my story on top of the story my friend just shared. They don’t.

I inform Sherry it’s her turn to take out the garbage. It never is.

My guess is, you do a better job in staying out of your way.