How I learned that the small things don't matter at all.

I remember when I was in college my mom gave me a book called "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff"- it was good. I read it and tried to put the things I read into practice. Not that I did a superior job at it or anything. That was over ten years ago and now one husband and two kids later- I definitely sweat the small stuff. The light in my room not working and Big Red taking forever to fix it, Little Red's teacher emailing me about something silly she did at the lunch table, Little Red #2's teachers commenting on her diva attitude, work not appreciating me (at least in my mind), my house being so old there are cracks everywhere, my car smelling like spoiled milk, my friend who made a weird comment, and the list goes on. The small stuff. The insignificant things I stress about every day. Until Thursday. When we got the call that no one wants to receive. Big Reds best friends family has been seriously injured. As life now hangs on by a thread for our dear friend, it reminds me that life is so precious and the small things don't matter. Ever. It is really sad that it took this life changing event to make me realize this but then again doesn't it always. We live our lives trying to please everyone work, family, friends and forgetting that the people you don't have to please are the ones that you should really care and focus on. It's not that we shouldn't sweat the small things - it is that we should focus only on the things that matter. I haven't blogged in years - life has just gotten in the way, but today as I sit here waiting for a text message with some news- anything that will make this situation seem a little better- i realized that this is a great outlet for me. A place where I can put my thoughts down.