I spent the past few days stressing about all sorts of things. About my lagging word count. About my ever-growing to-do list. About the half-empty shelves in my pantry and the lack of time I have to fill them. About the guests in my house and the weeds in my yard and the pollen falling from the sky. It’s like the more I stress, the more I have to stress about because I stress about everything, big things and silly things and everything in between.
Until a dear friend’s email landed in my inbox yesterday. Her father died, suddenly and unexpectedly and far, far too young. He wasn’t sick. He wasn’t unhealthy. One day he was fine, the next he was gone.
And just like that, all those things I’d been stressing about for days evaporated like a puddle in the July sun. So what if the weeds are taking over? Who cares if there’s no bread in the pantry? No words today? Tomorrow will be better. There’s nothing like death for putting life in perspective, and my new perspective is this: don’t stress the small stuff.
Today, there’s only one item on my to-do list. Call all my people and tell them I love them.