I was all ready to go into this rant about how I've been feeling kind of lost and misguided lately ... feeling sorry for myself, growing increasingly overwhelmed by the lifestyle I have chosen, the whole bit. And while all of that's still true, I realize that with that mentality, it becomes really, really easy to take life for granted.
This realization came upon me in three not-so-subtle ways:
1. A young friend of mine is having her second go at cancer treatment ... and the smile hasn't yet left her face. We often forget that our good health can be lost in an instant.
2. The state I happen to live in is currently burning to a crisp. To the north and south of where I am currently sitting, people are fleeing from their homes and neighborhoods by the thousands. By the hundreds of thousands. And so far, thank God that my friends and family are safe, though their homes may not be.
3. This morning, I was sitting in my nice office, trying to edit an article and lamenting about how loud everyone was being and thinking that they were all assholes for ruining my concentration. Finally, I reached a breaking point and yelled for them to please keep it down. Sounds like not too much of a big deal, but consider that I am pretty non-confrontational. Amber walks by and jokes, "Does someone have a case of the Tuesdays?" After growling back that these deadlines (and my life) suck, she responded simply. "How can life suck? You're breathing, and you have all your fingers and toes."
And she's right. Without these fingers, I wouldn't be able to type and work all day long. So I guess I should stop complaining, right? ;)
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