Good morning whoever! this is a crappy morning for me, since Ive been sick mornings are kind of hard. but whatever am I'm not going to whine like all the cattle i see milling around town. and i am told i have reason to. i don't know all i know is that it sucks, and i either deal with it and still function , or i hide in my blankets all day and don't do anything at all. So this morning has got me thinking about e-mails, and how crappy all us "GROWN UPS" are at returning them . i think we have all taught each other some bad lessons here people. it seems that everyone loves to be so busy, loves to have stuff, and be busy trying to get all this "STUFF", you know what i mean. One question, can you take it with you? any of it? so in the meantime while you are trying to get all these things, your family falls apart, and still it doesn't matter. Do you have licence to grieve when you loose someone, if you have not payed attention to them at all in this life? i guess being busy, and planning for tomorrow and next week and next year matters more, even though those times do not even exist yet, all you have is the last few seconds. what did you do with them? did you yell at your kids this morning? and if so, how do you think there day is going to go? did you treat your partner like poop? and if you did, are you happy with that possibly being that last memory you have of these people? I'm not perfect i struggle with this stuff too. but i REMIND myself constantly , when my son gets on the school bus this morning, this may be his last day, i have no control over it, when my sweetheart leaves, he may never come back. are you too scared to think about that?. if so then maybe its time you did. and send and e-mail back , you know that someone has gotten lost in the shuffle. be good to your family, you have no right to whine if they are gone for good, and all this life time you were more concerned about how much money your going to make this week. k well that's all for right now. more later.
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