I need to hear this song every so often. I need a little extra perspective now and then, and this week has been no exception. It started off well. My boss called me into his office to compliment me on my productivity–and show me some numbers that even I couldn’t down-play. My work for another group got some positive attention, too.
But then the kids have been struggling with a variety of things this week, too. And I went to the doctor for my yearly reminder of my mortality. Usually I can come away just glad to hear that there are no extreme measures in my immediate future, but this year I came away with the feeling that, while there are no extreme measures in my immediate future, it’s inevitable they’ll have to do something.
Mind you that’s always been the case from the moment I was first diagnosed. There’s just something about the timing, my mood, or something that’s got me taking this poorly. There’s no reason for it, really. Right now I feel just fine. I’m not canceling my plans to go hiking with the scouts this weekend or anything. It’s all perspective, and my perspective needs some adjustment, clearly. And so… take it away, Mr. Tritt!
And if that doesn’t work, dance!
Everyone’s days are numbered, and it is easy to get caught up in the sadness of the notion that it all comes to an end eventually. It certainly happens to me often enough. But, thankfully it is counter-balanced by how nice things truly are, on the whole, and how nice things will be to come.