Note to Self
Whenever I get home and bitch about how shitty my day was, or how shitty my commute was, or how shitty my sleep was, or how all 3 happened on the same day (today), I need to stop and reflect. Where was I at 5:30 am? Who was I talking with. What was THEIR day going to be like? OK Gary, time to stop complaining.
When someone's day is made better by oatmeal and hot chocolate next to a 55 gallon trashcan fire, I have no room to complain. I'm embarrassed that I have to remind myself of things like this.
Note to Self
Whenever I get home and bitch about how shitty my day was, or how shitty my commute was, or how shitty my sleep was, or how all 3 happened on the same day (today), I need to stop and reflect. Where was I at 5:30 am? Who was I talking with. What was THEIR day going to be like? OK Gary, time to stop complaining.
When someone's day is made better by oatmeal and hot chocolate next to a 55 gallon trashcan fire, I have no room to complain. I'm embarrassed that I have to remind myself of things like this.