If y'all could see my desk right now you'd run away screaming. Seriously, it's gross. Blech. Can't get out from beneath its disheveled-ness (is that a word, Dad?)
But really, when that's all you've got to complain about, why bother? Being on Twitter is fun and a bit frivolous, but sometimes I read things that so pain me to the depths that I vow never to complain again.
Like the 5 year old girl who played in the pool one day, and was whisked to the hospital the next. Diagnosis: brain tumor
Or the family wracked by divorce
Or the friend whose husband is battling persistent cancer
Life is tough sometimes, so I guess when I peek around my messy desk I should remind myself that things could be a lot worse. Although I don't say much about it, I've been down some dark roads before and don't care to revisit there again (except maybe to write about it all--someday).
In the meantime, I'm going to plow through this wreck of a desk, hope to make it to the bottom, and if not, turn out the light and go to sleep. Tomorrow's another beach day--and I don't want to miss out. Sleep tight, my friends--God is good.
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We should all count our blessings, that is for sure!
Perspective is a beautiful thing, is it not? Hope you dig your way out as you count those blessings ;-)
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