Yes there was supposed to be a clown at your birthday party. No, he didn’t show up. That’s a bummer.
But! But your friends are all here, and the sun is shining and you’ve got cake and a game of pin the tail on the donkey ready to go.
The question is: how long should you mourn the loss of the clown? How much more of your party are you ready to sacrifice?
The same question confronts the pro golfer who three-putted on the third hole.
Or the accountant who forgot an obvious deduction, one that can’t be recovered.
Or the salesperson who missed a key meeting, or the speaker who got let down because the tech crew screwed up her first three slides.
If it doesn’t help, why bathe in it?
When we can see these glitches as clowns, as temporary glitches that are unrelated to the cosmic harmony of the universe or even the next thing that’s going to happen to us, they’re easier to compartmentalize.
Okay, now what?