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I was thinking about Grey's Anatomy. Yes, I am one of those cult-like followers of that show and I have no shame. But, Derek just died and I am crestfallen. I've already had a lot of stress lately from real estate shopping, getting my finances in order and putting up with shit at work. But, now I have to deal with the death of an imaginary character on a fictional show? It's just TOO much! HAA! No really though...It made me think about how I'd feel if I lost my husband, or my brother, or my father - who had a heart attack recently. I hate thinking about death, but it's necessary, isn't it? I mean, we all have to come to terms with its inevitability. And as much as I hate the burden of that reality, and the potential oppressive sadness of loss, there is a flip side. When we really think about the end of our days, we realize that pain, irritation, sadness, cubicle blues, real estate stress, etc. - it's all ephemeral. Now, I'm not trying to get all Zen here. My point is simply that it's healthy to think about the period at the end of our sentences, and then approach life like that dude above, relaxing in the hammock. Sure, some might say he's an asshole because he went and used someone else's hammock without permission. But do you think he gives a fuck? No. He's like, "I'm just a bear and my paws are tired; I could use some repose. Now my ass needs a'scratchin'." I'm sure those were his exact thoughts. Relax. Just relax. The stress and pain? See them, then let 'em go. Just swing with it. | |