My auto pilot engaged early this afternoon because I cannot remember anything about my drive home. Thinking back it just seems like some distant thought that flitted in and out of my mind. I had some things to unload from the car and one of the bags tore, leaving glass shards about the driveway; the liquid drying quickly from the heated cement. I couldn’t be bothered to get upset. Que Sera, Sera…..whatever will be, will be.
How many times had I let something so trivial mess with my days in the past? The smallest thing going wrong could set me on edge and I’d stew about it for hours, sometimes days. Today I simply changed my clothes and went back to pick up the mess. No words under my breath, no thoughts of irritation….simply a surrendering to a peaceful attitude.
Lyrics sung by Doris Day
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.