Yesterday was the 5 year anniversary of the death of my best friend Jamie. My friend Jill, who grew up with Jamie and I, called me:
“Just wanted to talk to you to remember how, 5 years ago exactly, we experienced one of the worst days of our lives.”
Actually, she said “one of the top 3 worst days of my life.” I didn’t ask about the other two.
A single complaint: $5
Tally to date: $60
Learning-the-hard-way-that-complaining-is-a-waste-of-time-and-my-energy- is-better-spent-doing-anything-but: priceless.
For the sake of rounding up, I am rounding up(:) the Perspective Fund to a crisp $100 (I’d be kidding myself if I didn’t think fallen through the cracks of good behavior slipped a few unrecorded complaint tokens.)
No, $100 isn’t a lot monetarily, but the good (humbling) lessons that came along with every dollar certainly has to count for something.
I’m currently considering to which fund to donate. Any suggestions?
The “life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.” -J.M. Barrie
…thank goodness for humility and that other story.
The house is being painted. It is time to purge.
While tossing out old boxes, I uncover this little gem: an old “plan” of mine titled: “Life Plan.” Written: Summer 2002 (21 years old). Reads as follows (verbatim):
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