Shortly before Christmas I sent out a “Happy Holidays! Here’s an update on our lives…” mass letter to family and friends. Although it’s a bit of a cheezy thing to do, it was a genuine missive from our hearts, basically saying that even though we’re lazy about staying in touch the rest of the year, we really do care and think about you often.  

I just found out that I accidentally sent it from an email account that is for business purposes and that I almost never use. So, easily 90% of the people will have never heard of the name in the “From” field or have any clue with the return address.

Can you say “spam-munched”?

This is precisely the kind of thing that I would’ve been fine had I remained blissfully unaware, but now that I know, it gnaws at my brain mercilessly. I’m trying to just shrug it off and not care. I mean, how arrogant can I be… what difference could it possibly make in the grand scheme of things, right?

No, really, what difference COULD it make? That’s the question that loops annoyingly.

The only way I’ve learned to stay semi-sane and deal with situations like this is to deliberately adopt the belief that everything happens for a reason.

Of course, the reason may be that I was a complete twithead.