When will I ever learn?When I’m patient—when I’m in control—things happen exactly as they are supposed to happen.Even magic happens.Things fall into place seemingly without any effort on my part at all.But when I’m impulsive—and today I was impulsive—disasters happen.I barely escaped one this afternoon, all because I was both impatient and impulsive, which is the worst combination.The odd thing is, I’m still not entirely sure how it happened. I found myself in the neighborhood of the house I saw in the newspaper, but I have no memory of going there. No conscious memory, at any rate, though I suppose if someone were to dig deep enough into my psyche—well, never mind!The point is, I would never have gone there without the proper preparation, without the proper planning, without thinking the entire event through.And yet, when I found myself in the general vicinity, I was seized with a sudden desire to see the house right then. I couldn’t wait until the time was right.Then, to compound my error, I threw caution to the wind and parked across the street from the house, though at least I had the sense to park two doors down.It should have been harmless, of course.
