I’ve put on a few extra pounds. My hairline is in a full panicked retreat. The hair that has chosen to stay is turning gray. I’ve developed tennis elbow. I don’t play tennis. My knee aches from my running years. My new glasses are giving me fits. The dentist says I need a root canal. I’m 30 days behind on a deadline. I’ve been working on a mild form of insomnia. I think I have a mild hearing loss. I’ve been through a thorough backstabbing. I’ve got more commitments than time to fulfill them. I’m stressed about the board meeting tonight. My wife’s car needs a front-end job. My girls need a car. I need a money tree.
The schedule is killing me. Humidity is drowning me. Coffee is poisoning me. My computer froze. My back is aching. My sinuses are clogging. My eye is twitching. I caught a virus. My computer caught a virus. I’m getting forgetful – I think. There’s no end in sight. There’s no help on the horizon … but I’m walking on air!
I don’t have any real problems. I just left the bedside of a friend in intensive care. I’m fighting the blues – he’s fighting for breath. I’m living – he’s dying. It’s amazing how storm clouds flee with a little change in one’s perspective.
Reposted with permission from onehope.net.