sobering

My friend Elaine is in the middle of a fight for her life against breast cancer. While I whine and bitch because someone called me 90 minutes early today, she's got everything riding on chemo and radiation.

I was inspired to post a link to her blog because today's entry is all about her worrying for the elderly stranger she meets in the oncology clinic. You can read about it here, if you're in the mood for something uplifting and want to get a little perspective.


I read this entry a few hours ago, and since then, I have been feeling foolish. My personal worries are mostly about other people, but I also have spent some time dwelling on my own navel. Time for that to change. I need to spend more time living, and less time worrying.