I woke up today in a bad mood. I didn't feel rested. My personal life felt that way it gets every now and then when I'm outside of the flow of things. And I was running late to an event.
But I had time. I'm grateful for that. To put it in a cliche, time heals all wounds. To put it another way, time provides space from hurt and frustration.
I'm up now and it's been a couple hours... The frustration of my morning is now gone and my day is on the up and up. Time works wonders.