Sometimes all it takes is a day working on my floor.
I try not to get bogged down in minor maladies, try not to complain, but recently complaining has gotten the best of me. People get sick and feel like stepped on and wiped off doggy poo, but they aren't close to dying too young or dying with a pregnant wife.
Today on my floor: a teenager actively dying from newly found metastatic cancer, and a young couple battling cancer with a baby on the way.
Puts all my complaining, all my fussing, and all my grumpiness in a recycling bin on the way to Hades. It makes me forget the negative, forget my own sadness and live for what I have. It also makes me realize once again the lessons my mom's illness has taught me.
You never know what may come and you have to fight like only a Beany can.
A Slow Cooker Thanksgiving
6 months ago
1 comment:
Truer words have never been spoken. At the end of the day, it is incredibly hard to realize that, even though it seems like you're always on someone else's back burner, you shouldn't be miserable when you have the things in life that others can only dream of. If you want to live that miserable pretense, then go start an indie band.
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