I just got a new tire for my bike, and in the process of putting it on, I poked a hole in it, putting me back at square 1. I guess I’ll just have to patch it later and ride a different bike until then. Still, when I saw that I had popped a hole in the new tire, I was very angry, but I didn’t stay angry for very long. It was about five minutes ago when it happened, and I quickly got back to the calm feeling I was in before. It’s weird, like I don’t even care that I’ve spent so much time on this project only to end up back where I started. But when I look at some other things I put a lot of time into only to see turn into nothing (like the relationship with Danielle), I can put it all in perspective and realize that this isn’t that big of a deal. I was only fixing the bike up so I could use it to get to work, and I don’t even want to go there in the first place.