Guys, I've been thinking a lot about it, and my last post was kind of out of line.
The truth is, there are plenty of things more horrifying than missing a flight: things like being in a car accident, having your identity stolen, being trampled to death by a herd of rhinos. (Do rhinos come in herds? Or are they solitary animals...?) You know. Things like that.
In short, I've been feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. And this guilt was intensified while I was shelving today and came across the book: The Children We Remember, basically a brief and simple photo essay of Jewish children during the Holocaust. I felt a thrill of horror and grief reading it, and I realized that nothing I go through is bad. Not really. Nothing, nothing like that.
So I think I'm going to try complaining just a little less. And maybe talking about lovely things just a little more. Like books. And the wondrous medley of colors that blue and white and green make together. And what fun it is to make rocket ships out of construction paper.
And just how utterly, utterly confusing string theory can be. And also how darn interesting it can be to read about it.
That is all.
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Thank you for these thoughts, Liz. It coincides with a quote I just read: "There is only this moment. How we choose to see it... use it... engage with it comes from within us. Choose happiness." -Namaste' I need to remember that more and take pleasure in every little thing.
Thank you for the birthday wish on facebook. :) Really brought a smile to my face and made me feel loved. You are the best!
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