Work is hard and I don't want to do it anymore.
Being the mum to a sick boy is hard and I don't want to do it anymore.
Making decisions with another person who is equal parts handsome, handy and ludicrous is hard and I don't want to do it anymore.
Spending money on boring things like tires and groceries is hard and I don't want to do it anymore.
Trying to dance with hope while the world burns around me is hard and I don't want to do it anymore.
On days like today, I re-read the blogs of friends who's kids have cancer, or who had cancer before they died and I try to remember these are all wonderful problems I have.
Actually, writing that down makes me feel like a bit of an asshole. Because indeed, these are wonderful problems to have and no amount of clever blogging is going to make them less great problems to have. These aren't even the HARDEST problems I've had. They're just a lot of them at one time and they're getting boring.
And even I know this: boring problems are the best problems. No one wants problems that aren't boring. Not even me.
So today, tonight, the thing I am reminding myself of is that if indeed our biggest problem is that we're bored of our problems, we better figure out how to get unbored in a hurry before life does that for us.
I can't remember exactly how to do that, but I think I'd rather put my time and energy into that.
Stay tuned.
