Today is my Birthday. It is early morning in my part of the world. Soon life will come racing down the track in the most unforgiving manner. Presentations to give and meetings to be had....but at this moment, it is quiet...or at least as quiet as it can be. Some days are harder than others to deal with.
Some days, 24 hours is too much to stay put in, so I take the day hour by hour, moment by moment. I break the task, the challenge, the fear into small, bite-size pieces. I can handle a piece of fear, depression, anger, pain, sadness, loneliness, illness.
What of those that did not wake up today? What of those who are facing death from a terminal illness. They would gladly trade places for anxiety and at times...depression. I am lucky to have another day above ground to complain.
I will share something with you all. I was driving to work a couple of years ago. I always had to pass a graveyard. One particular morning I saw something shining and floating above some graves. I was having a bad morning as it was...cursing my life, my career etc. I decided that perhaps this shining object was some sort of ghost...something. I parked the car and walked over. As I got closer I saw that it was a spongebob (kids show here in the US) balloon tied to the grave of a little boy who would have been 3. My life was not so bad after all...things can always be worse!