Crying over spilt milk and other figures of speech

I bought a gallon of milk tonight and the bag it was in slipped out of my hand onto the ceramic tile.  The plastic milk jug cracked (never drop anything onto Italian ceramic tile it has the hardness coefficient of a diamond) and milk started going everywhere.  It seemed like a disaster.

But I found a container and salvaged enough of the gallon to have breakfast in the morning and then slowly and methodically cleared up the spill and the mess.

There is another situation in my life similar to this right now and while I do not wish to go into the details I am trying to decide if I should salvage some of it and go forward or seek more drastic action.  A straw broke the camels back - do we wait and see, perform surgery or euthanize the animal.  No easy answers, no quick fixes.

I have spent quite a bit of the weekend reflecting on the situation and praying for guidance and wisdom.  This is not a race but a decision on which path to take.  I am going to seek professional advice and spiritual advice and then hopefully go the right way.

The last cliche is that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.  I want what is truly right not what I believe to be right for the wrong reasons.