I smell like fire.
Which makes sense. Over the past week all I’ve been covering is fires – of both the wild variety and of the apartment complex variety.
My former news director loved the saying, “where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”
Which in theory also makes sense.
But there were still times she’d rush me out the door after hearing about smoke on the police scanner …and I’d get to the location and the sausage and pepperoni Red Baron pizza that was burning in the oven was already put out.
Sometimes things aren’t as bad as they seem.
The 4,500 acre wildfire that’s currently burning in Bastrop County certainly isn’t good…and residents there know that.
But they’re particularly sensitive to smoke…and for good reason. In 2011, two people died and nearly 53,000 acres of land were consumed by fire there.
Sometimes things are worse than you can imagine.
In life you can prepare for the worst – and react accordingly. Thinking that every bit of smoke you see or smell has to be a raging fire…
That person who cut you off during your otherwise peaceful commute was absolutely being malicious.
The girl who didn’t text you back definitely hates you.
And that promotion you didn’t get? TOTALLY personal.
Or, you can just assume that maybe you forgot to flip your grilled cheese sandwich in a timely matter.
I think where we’ve been certainly shapes how we see things going forward.
Sometimes we can’t possibly see through the smoke.
It’s not delivery, it’s DiGiorno!