Friday, September 30, 2011


Has anyone out there ever had a pity party?

Me too.

And you feel so stupid afterward when you realize just how lucky you are.

I have whined and complained about all kinds of things. My first month of blogging has not shot me to instant stardom. I still haven't vacuumed the floor. And that darn cavernous belly button haunts me as I try (unsuccessfully as of yet) to get back into my pre-pregnancy jeans.

But you know what? I'm alive. I'm breathing. I have a wonderful family. I have a house and it is not made of cardboard. I know what fresh food tastes like. I have two legs.

Heck, I have it GOOOOOD.

A great body, a clean house, fame, fortune ... these are all things you can't take it with you when you die. You're not going to get to heaven and hear God say, "Well, you led a good life but you didn't get enough followers on your blog." Or "You left dirty dishes in the sink ... for a WEEK." Or "You didn't (fill in the blank)."

Some things just don't matter in the context of eternity. And some things do. I've got to remember what's really important.

I think maybe I've been reading too much Ecclesiastes ...


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