“Frame every so-called disaster with these words: In five years, will this matter?”
Guess it would depend on the so-called disaster.
A friend spills wine on my rug and just looks at me with an “Oh, was that me?” look on her face and makes no move to clean it up? Yes, that’s a disaster of the moment, but certainly won’t matter to me in five years (assuming it’s not red wine and ruins the carpet). Seriously, it’s upsetting at the time, but doesn’t alter the course of my life.
My ex sister-in-law lost both her husband unexpectedly, and a couple of months later, her house to a tornado, in the same year. Now that would be a disaster that would still matter in five years. Her house has been rebuilt, but will her life ever be the same?
What used to matter to me has really changed since my divorce. I hazard a guess (as I gracefully grow older) that even without the divorce, some of those things would have mattered less and less anymore. Our priorities change, our needs change and hopefully our graciousness over how we handle “so-called disasters” grows.
This life lesson falls under the category of: Don’t sweat the small stuff!
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