I ranted on about this, and I went on about that, and I said a few not so nice words to no one in particular, and Olga and Ilse just let me rave on. They're too good to me. Here they are so you can see what nice people they are (pay no attention to what a bad self-photographer I am)
Olga is in the picture with me and Ilse is the blonde. Nice ladies both.
When I calmed down, I took a deep breath, and then I just felt bad about subjecting everyone else to my tantrum - especially because they aren't part of the problem. They're affected by it the same as I am. Then I started thinking about those poor little boy scouts in Iowa who were killed in the tornado last night, and suddenly the nonsense here at work seemed like just that: NONSENSE.
I don't know why I let such silly things bother me. Wait - yes I do. It's because I don't know how to fix them, or I am powerless to fix them. Take your pick, it all ends up in the same mess that never gets fixed. But at least I'm alive, and I was able to enjoy some pictures just posted of Mia on my daughter's blog. I'm going to steal one of them and post it here for your enjoyment. It's Mia with pure joy spread all over her face, running free as a bird towards the ocean in Mexico. What would you give to feel that way again? I don't think you can put a price on it - you just have to dig deep and try to connect. And definately don't sweat the small stuff. As Ilse so wisely put it this morning: Is this really going to matter in 10 years? And usually the answer is: Definately not. When I do have my vacation the end of next week, (Palm Desert with LaMar and then Katie & Mia are visiting!) maybe I'll channel Mia and do a cannonball into the pool.