Dealing With the Little Things

Grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

I lamented recently about the mishap that occurred in our apartment complex parking lot, the one involving a manic snow plough driver and a fallen tree. We have not been able to park in our alloted space for quite some time now- about a month. Every other slot was cleared but they dumped, for some reason, all the extra snow into our spot- ours happens to be the first in the complex- and of course it froze into a cement-like block.
Well, hurray, for it is now cleared and even though the snow is falling heavily at this moment, we have our precious space returned to us. All is well. All is, I believe, as it ought to be.
It is such a little thing, I know, when mended- and such a burdensome problem when we are in the thick of it. We must try to start the new year off with some positivity and the ability to trundle over the minute problems much like manic snow plough drivers except, hopefully, a good deal happier.