Being thankful

I had a snarky post to write today ... all about my complete certainty that I was dying of arm pit cancer (perhaps a story for another time) ... how I was tired of the cold weather ... how life is just boring ...

Then, today, for the third time in less than three weeks, I was reminded of the of the uncertainty of life ... of its fragility ... of its temporary nature. And all that complaining and whining seemed to fall by the wayside.

Life is just to short to wallow. I fight a constant battle to be present in the moment. Time is of the essence ... it's fleeting ... gone in an instant.

So, instead, I am enjoying the gifts I've been given and will save my whining for another day.