Don't Sweat The Small Stuff

{image courtesy Pinterest}

I'm sure all of you have got a few of these.

You know, those people that you could probably count on one hand that just are there no matter what?

Ok cool, so you know what I'm talking about now.

Well I'm pretty lucky on that front, as I have a handful ( about 4) of those people and believe me when I say it, THEY ARE A RARE FIND.

{image courtesy Google}

I've known her for nearly half my life - we met at work and from the first moment we started chatting we just clicked - you know that feeling that you've known eachother forever? Yep, one of those moments.

Well, she nearly died last week - Nearly FUCKING died! It felt like I had been punched in the stomach when I heard today. I started crying, feeling completely helpless as there was nothing that I could do.

Her husband and little kids must of been out of their mind watching her go into the back of an ambulance off to hospital - REALLY REALLY SICK.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

She was back home when I heard from her today, still really unwell but at least she was home.

I didn't know what to do, so I ordered on InterFlora - because flowers always help in some weird way.

She's a pretty amazing my friend. Super loyal to the ones she loves, will do anything for anyone, be that ear to listen {and she has heard her fair share from me just calling and blurting out all my problems, quietly taking it in while I rant on and on and on}, it doesn't matter whether you have seen her yesterday or 6 months ago, it is just like it was where you last were, no pressures of being a certain way in the friendship.

We've shared, wedding days, births of our children, illnesses, fights with our spouses, we are in eachothers corner when everything is absolutely fabulous and holding eachother {even if it's from afar} when things are total SHITHOUSE

And I could have lost her.

And while I was having a shit day stressing about political Bullshit at work, she was struggling in bed not even having the strength to get out to have a shower.

{DONT SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF}

Because the small stuff in the big picture really is really that - SMALL.

And we all do it - all the time, and I am one of the worst I sweat about the small stuff ALL THE TIME.

But when something major happens in your little circle - that little bubble that you call your world that is LIFE or DEATH - it really puts its all in fucking perspective.

Sarah, this post is for you my dearest friend, as it's always so easy to bitch about all the crap stuff going on but we rarely tell our closest how much we love, appreciate and cherish, and you my gorgeous chick are one in a billion!

Comments

Do not write blog post when you have had a couple of wines

It's been a bad day. Not a travesty, but a day of anxiety, overload of emotions, countless puffs from many a ciggies and all in all just a bleh. Where the fuck has 2020 gone? How did we get from free world to lockdown and oppressions and wearing masks???? I burnt my 2020 planner, close with my 2020 diary, because why the fuck, hey? Let's just write this year off as a mistake on a humanity scale and start fresh in 2021. Funnily enough, I bought a $4 2021 diary. So there may be hope. My beloved is struggling. Which means that I am struggling, Seeing him in pain, no sleep, swelling joint agony, depression and all the things that entail chronic illness. I'm at a loss as to how to help him, I just sit and be with him and tell him every day that i will be by his side till the rest of my days. At least 2020 has shown us this: What actually is important in our life, What actually matters, like really really matters, The latest model car o...

I had a hysterectomy at 37 years of age

This coming Wednesday will mark four weeks since my hysterectomy. It has been a long journey coming – this hysterectomy and with all the ailments that I had experienced over the last 20 years, including low grade cervical cancer, I could not have been happier seeing my uterus ripped out and put in the bin. That said, I am grateful that these organs allowed me to birth my two sons. They are the joys and absolute headaches of my life. I would (like most mothers I am sure) take a bullet for them and they always know that sanctuary of any sort will always be home for them. But a hysterectomy at 37 you say? Yes, I do admit that Google will tell you that this surgery is quite early in my life, but after two decades of agony, constant pain, bloating to the size of looking like I am six months pregnant and the fact that I had finished have all the children that I desired, it really was a no brainer. We live in rural Victoria. Our main town, Mildura has a hospital, and I was aware that ...

Is it Saturday or Sunday?

It is just before 6am as I sit here on my back porch watching the sun slowly rise for another day. What day is it? #isolyf has got me all confused to the day, date and month. With so many of us wishing and wanting “more time”, I have found myself getting bored of being bored and the motivation bug seems to come in slower and less frequently. How the world has changed in the unprecedented times, hey? It seems that here in #straya, we have quickly adapted to the powers that be and in the matter of weeks have become accustomed to the lack of interaction and movement. Does that concern you? How quickly we have been able to conform? I had to delete Facebook off my phone a few weeks ago as I was constantly checking #scomo and Googling “coronavirus” every other minute. The information overload brought on confusion as well as fear and I was working around feeling like doomsday was coming. The best thing that I did was switch off. The establishment news was only regurgitating stupidity ...

Bliss and Mayhem

Search This Blog