Spoke in Your Wheel

I hate when I plan my day or week to have it thrown of tangent. This could be by deliberate human action or unforeseeable circumstances. Nevertheless I am irked to the cusp of my anger when my plans go awry. Now comes the super human act of powering down angst and rebooting to a chill state. This always takes time. Means I lose time which I will never get again. Means loss of productivity. I am ultimately further from the goals I had defined for myself. Goals are everything. I live my life with purpose. Without that I am just a whisper in the wind overwhelmed by life.