Driving home from lunch, I hit a very sudden storm - completely dry roads to steady rain instantaneously. Just as my windshield wipers got into a rhythm and traffic moved steadily again, the rain transitioned to dry road almost as suddenly. Less than two miles wide, the squall made everyone adapt to rainy weather, and without warning abruptly stopped.
Too much of life is like this: sudden problems arise and disappear before I solve them, but the adaptation is far more stressful than flicking on windshield wipers. It becomes easy to assume problems will just go away, and not respond until emergencies arise. There must be a middle ground where I don't wear myself out on two-mile squalls, but also don't find myself unprepared in a hurricane. From the inside, however, most of these storms look the same.