A dear friend got bad news from her doctor on Monday. Since I heard, nothing much else has bothered me. Everything seems small, almost petty, in comparison.
I had a bad cold and bad cramps this week, but they hardly rated. I didn’t feel like getting out of bed to go to work, but I knew my friend was heading to her desk, no matter how she felt. Who was I to complain?
Life has been stressful on different levels – job, finances, relationships – but still, my stressors can be fixed or at least get better. My friend’s can not.
I haven’t had much to write about – I’m certainly not worried about weight. I’m trying to be kinder, work harder, demonstrate more patience and be more grateful. (I fail a lot!)
Mostly, I want to spend as much time with my friend as she wants to spend with me. Friends are forever.