Perspective and Inspiration

I’ve been sick this week, with the sort of chesty, sinus-y, feverish bug that knocks you flat and makes simply breathing enough of a challenge that working is out of the question. By yesterday, five days into this thing, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself, sick of being housebound and of not being able to write as much as a coherent email. Woe is me. *cue tiny violins*

We all have those moments, I know when whatever is holding us back gets us down. But if we’re lucky, before those blues can burrow too deeply into our souls, the universe hands us a little perspective. It did that for me yesterday.

First, I read my good friend Laura Bradbury’s excellent blog. It speaks for itself, so go read it.

And then, if that wasn’t enough to make me grateful to be able to feel sorry for myself about a bad cold, the point was hammered home by one of Eileen Cook’s tweets:

Needed shot with javelin sized needle. Felt sorry for myself then remembered kids at the camp where I will volunteer have cancer #wussy

— Eileen Cook (@Eileenwriter) May 29, 2014

Perspective, eh? I’m going to take mine and go put some stuffy-headed, incoherent words on paper. I can always edit them later.