Somebody once told me that problems are cowards, because they always come at you in groups. This seems to be a theme.
In two days, I fly 2,000 miles to see my daughters and aged mother to celebrate birthdays which are all within weeks of each other.
Now the wife sends me a message saying her Grandma is in hospice. She might die while I am away, and I would not be there to help and comfort. I cannot miss seeing my girls, and cannot be unavailable when my life partner needs me.
Life, love, obligations - it sure puts everything else is perspective. Just a very short time ago I had other worries....
- my health and weight
- the arthritis, and other pains of age
- the whiny mid-life crisis starting
- the identity battle I’ve had my whole life (still not know what I want to be if/when I ever grow up)
- etc
Now, there are others who need me. Perspective. Nothing like it.
Everything else is still there. The other issues do not magically vanish. But there are muted, or merged into the larger picture.
It would be silly (maybe even foolish) to ignore them - but they are not my world.
The people we love should be our world.
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