The Details Don't Matter.

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 'The details don't matter.' 

Says the woman on the podcast I'm currently listening to. 
I'm confused as to what she means until she begins to explain. 
'Don't let the small details of life get in the way of what really matters. Does it really matter if you get to the dry cleaner five minutes early? Or that you get to the grocery store on a certain day or time? And, does it really matter that the appointment you had set got cancelled?'
The woman went on to say that by getting all caught up in those details, you keep wanting to control life with a white-knuckled grip, and that's no way to live your life. 
I thought about her words as I drove, letting them sink in, and reflected on many times when I had gotten caught up in the details of little things in life, wanting to control them, rather than allowing the situation to unfold as it naturally was meant to. I thought about all the people involved in situations in my life where I flew off the handle with someone, got angry about a problem I wanted to control, or, in essence, had an adult temper tantrum over something silly. 
Her words resonated with me deeply, and I have since begun to examine my ways of acting and reacting to those around me. I've started to shift my actions by consciously saying to myself to take a breath and step back from the situation. And I've begun to turn my reactions into something more positive and constructive by coming back to the situation with more patience and perspective, so that I can handle it with grace rather than looking back and cringing with regret.  
What an eye-opener for me; the details don't matter. 
Because in the grand scheme of life, they really don't. 

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