Perspective
I’ve been feeling busy and grumpy since the weekend; family and friends left and I miss them. Work is piled high. Today, my tenant’s brand-new AC system broke. Taxes are almost due; there are six trucks at the construction site in my alley. Yuck.
Then I took a moment to make coffee and read Bob Herbert’s column while the water boiled. Once again, he brings me back to reality. I have a job, I have my legs, and I’m not in a war zone. I am lucky; privileged even.
I’m going to give to the Wounded Warriors program, force myself to find some perspective, and get back to work without complaining.