I love metaphors

Ten o'clock, the roads snow covered and extremely slippery, the snow is clearly covering a sheet of ice, I am heading home from sledding. I am driving on that extremely curvy part of Ballenger, taking my time, ten under the limit, my car loses traction. It has happened before, I know what to do, but I am still terrified. I slide around for a bit and regain control of my car, continue on my way, continue to sing along to whatever is playing in my ipod-less car like it never even happened. I know it is bound to happen again sometime, I hope it does not, but I know it will. I know I must not worry about what just happened or what may happen in the future, I need to focus on the strip of road that I presently drive above. I do not think I can make it anymore obvious. To bad when I lose traction in life, no standard procedure exists.