This morning, one of the folks on my team at work called me to ask what the bereavement policy is. I said I’d be happy to look it up and send it over asap…and was there anything I could do?
My colleague choked on tears, telling me his son died in the night.
How or why doesn’t matter, does it? Yesterday his son was alive; today his son is gone.
That’s some heavy weight to start the day. Wow.
I share this because it gave me a little perspective on some things I’d been perceiving as “problems.” Pfffft. What problems? My loved ones are alive and well today, so what problems, really? By comparison, everything on my plate can be overcome or endured or fixed.
I forget sometimes that my “troubles” are often really a blessing of sorts: I’m alive to complain about other people who are alive, and while they may not be doing what I envisioned of them, they are alive…alive to try again, do over, grow. Yeah. Deep breath in and a deep breath outttttttt.