I’ve kept this article in my “saved” emails for a few months. I’ve read it several times. And it’s a bracing tonic when the fires of discontent start in.
I’m recovering from a recent bout with pnuemonia, and that changed my idea of “success” for a few days. A successful day was when I could make it down the hall to fix a cup of tea and go back to bed. A successful night was when I could stop coughing for a few hours to get some sleep. And the most successful was when the cat stopped trying to smother my face with a pillow to stop my coughing sounds.Tweet