There are points in our lives where things go absolutely wrong - in our eyes. They just don't pan out as we expect them to at all. My Dad has the perfect statement for these days, but since I try to avoid cussing I'll just call them a crap sandwich so you get the point. He said some days you eat a crap sandwich for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for weeks, then one day maybe just for lunch and dinner, and eventually you aren't eating them at all except here and there.
I feel like that statement perfectly sums up my late summer fall.