I called my sister yesterday to tell her that an aunt had died. The conversation ended up with me whining–I know, it wasn’t Whiny Wednesday! She patiently listened to my litany of woes, not even saying whoa once! I finally asked her if I was a drama magnet. Why did so many things happen around me?
Or, was I sweating the petty things, and petting the sweaty things?
God bless my sister, my heart and Twisted Sisters. I’m still not sure how they can stand to put up with me.
So just for today I’m declaring NO DRAMA FRIDAY. Troubles will be nothing more than the tinkling of chimes in my garden. I will be a hollow reed, or in my case, a hollow Reid, where troubles will blow through me like the wind. And will remember TS Marilyn’s bestest quote: This too shall pass.
If all of that fails, I will reflect on the awesome dream I had last night.