I am not sure why I thought it was a good idea to try to do two 40hr a week jobs.
I could not remember what day it even was today.
I have two funerals this week. One very dear friend from a freak infection and one friend’s sister. Also had another friend, my age suffer a stroke. All in the span of a week.
I watch the legacies left by my friends and hope that I make a positive, loving impact like they did. If I can be half the people that they were, I think that would be a success.
It reminds me that time is short.
It is hard to funnel 80 hours of work into a meaningful schedule while still remembering to smile at the postman, ask the fedex lady about her cats, give the custodian a get well card for his mom, and remember to love with all that I have and all that I am.
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