Two days ago, I lost my shit playing Pickleball. For whatever reason, the ball wasn't going where I wanted it to. I'd swing and the ball would end up in the net or six feet behind the line. With each shank, I could feel the rage well up in my chest like heartburn. Finally, I lost my cool and hurled my paddle fifty feet into the air like a Boomerang––except it didn't return. I calmly walked over to my paddle, collected it from the ground and continued the game I was badly losing. Two, three swings in, my paddle went limp in my hands. My tantrum had caused a fracture to form in the paddle that compounded into a full blown break. $100––gone. While I was no longer angry, I was left to clean up the mess my anger had caused. I liked the lesson and the metaphor. When you're angry, it's worth remembering there will be a moment in the future when you will no longer be angry. And, when you are no longer angry, life is a lot more pleasant when you aren't busy patching up holes.