Out of Sorts

I am not sure what "out of sorts" means exactly. I have often heard it in the context of being out of kilter. I am not sure what that means either. I have often heard that used in the context of being thrown off guard. And, you guessed it, I am not exactly sure what that means.  What they all have in common however is to be all cattywompus.  Now, I do know what that means!

My routine is fairly structured, at least in the mornings. But today is an exception. Last night, my wife took a tumble while walking the dog and did some significant damage to her face. Consequently we spent about 4 hours in the local emergency room. Naturally, she is at home today and in some discomfort. So we sat and talked this morning until she decided to go back to bed and get some rest. That threw me off stride - my mind is not as focused on my reading as it usually is and my thoughts are for her, and not much else.

I like routine. I like consistency. I am not one to deal with "change" or an upset in the way things normally go. I can adjust if I know it is coming, but when it catches me by surprise, it is awkward.

My suspicion is many people are creatures of habit.  We like at least some level of consistency, some sense of normality. It gives us a feeling of control or a measure of power. When that is disrupted it causes anxiety and a modicum of frustration. How we adjust is critical to our well being. I suppose that is why my "well being" is not well at times. Nevertheless, in the long run I can adapt. That is, of course, until someone or some thing comes along to push me out of sorts. 

Father, help me to be more flexible and adaptive to life as it happens. Let me enjoy the benefits that come from the "new" and "different".