When things go just a little bit wrong in life, it’s so easy to feel sorry for yourself – or to complain about it. For some reason, minor life challenges have bothered me lately more than they should. Maybe it’s the post-vacation blues. Maybe it’s the pending start of another school year, which means craziness at home and at work.
I’ve told myself to have some perspective. But telling yourself to do something and actually doing it are two very different things.
Yesterday morning, a friend finished up her last breast cancer treatment, after a difficult year. Her best friend (who is also my friend) recently started chemo to treat the same terrible disease – and faces a year of challenges ahead.
Later in the day, a friend had skin cancer removed, at the same time she is dealing with a family member’s health issues.
Today, my boss called me at 6:30 a.m. When you work in communications, early morning phone calls from the boss can only mean one thing: crisis communication. A beloved teacher at our school passed away suddenly last night, while on vacation with his family. I felt physically ill as tears came to my eyes. He has two teenage children and my heart breaks for them.
The past two days have been a slap in the face, helping me to find the perspective I lost in a sea of stress over little things. Life is good. We are all healthy. Happy. Some aren’t so fortunate. For them, I pray. For myself, I’ve found the perspective I needed.