Life. Loss. The Unexplainable.
I am the first to admit that I worry and complain about stuff that will not matter in a week. I guess I just get into the fast lane in my mind and think just another road block to the destination. But really who cares? All those little/big things do not matter in life. I need to stop giving them importance. Who cares.
Another non-stop day at work. Another bill. Another load of laundry. Another messy playroom. Another errand. These are not problems.
My mind travels to a family who is grieving.
The people who make my life meaningful and how we share our lives is what I need to focus on. These are the moments and people that define me. It is a cliche, but life is so precious. Hold on tight.