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remorse

I am a horrible person.  Seriously, what is wrong with me?

I feel like such a whiner.  "Oh, woe is me, I'm a bit stressed."  How about I write a whole blog post about it?

So my kids are hard, my life is busy, money is tight, and I don't get enough sleep.  BIG DEAL.

Reading *this, put things into perspective.  I may not have the easiest life, but what are my problems compared to that? 

*warning: do not read that blog if you are wearing non-waterproof mascara.

Comments

Wonder Woman said…
I can't even wrap my head around what those parents are going through.

It's all about perspective, eh? (I started reading NieNie for the first time a few months ago and felt the same way.)
Perspective is great stuff. It breeds contentment in a way that nothing else does.

BUT.

Invalidating your own woes in life just because they're not the same as someone else's doesn't quite work either. Life is dang hard sometimes. Even if catastrophic things aren't happening to us. Some days we're just so weary and down - and admitting that is okay.

Be nice to you. =)
That Girl said…
Amen and amen to what Kimberly said.

And amen.
Rachel Sue said…
Melissa! Totally unfair to interrupt a perfectly happy blog session.

But seriously, it really does put everything back in to perspective. And make me bawl like a baby.

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