July 24, 2010

It could always be worse . . . no, really.

This is turning out to be one of the worst weekends I've ever had. Actually, the last two weeks have kind of been a comedy of errors leading up to this weekend.

If you've been following me on twitter, you're probably annoyed by my incessant whining. It must just be a rough time of year because last year during this same week, Kyle and I both ended up at the hospital back to back days. While I fully intend to outline yesterday's events in detail (because yesterday was almost too disastrous to believe), I'm not going to go into it right now.

What I will say now is that the last two weeks have shown me that I'm incredibly blessed. Yesterday, as bad as it was, was nothing compared to what a REALLY bad day could be. My mantra yesterday was "it could always be worse" and it's true.

So, we're down to one car . . . without air conditioning . . . the majority of people in the world can't afford even one car. And a tree fell on our house . . . but some people don't have a house for a tree to fall on.* And yeah, my job got really stressful this weekend . . . but A LOT of people don't have jobs right now. It's all about perspective, I suppose.

I still find myself grumbling a little. And my blood pressure is probably a tad elevated. But I'm well aware that if this weekend's the worst weekend we ever have, we'll be fortunate.

*Yes, I ended a sentence with a preposition. I don't care.

1 comment:

Jeni said...

Sounds like quite the story to tell. I am the same way, always trying to look at it from the perspective of at least I have something to lose. Hope things start looking up!