The More Things Change – Thankful Thursday

This year has been really…difficult…is the best word I can think of. Maybe different? I don’t know, and I know that the year isn’t even really over yet. It just seems like it is at the moment.

I guess the only thing on my mind that I’m really grateful for-

No, just thought of another thing.

Perspective.

I hadn’t realized just how much I was appreciated at home-

That’s not quite right either.

I guess I hadn’t realized just how much I do at home, how much I contribute, until this past week. I’ve been sick and unable to do most everything I usually do. I was able to do laundry this week and that’s it. Barely I have it in me to do family history because my brain’s so fuzzy I don’t want to mess anything up.

I haven’t been able to do a lot during the last ten years or so, or at least that’s how it seemed to me until I got sick this week and couldn’t do much of anything. I hadn’t realized just how far I’d gotten until this moment when it comes to doing things.

So I’m grateful for perspective this week even if that perspective came from underneath a mound of blankets.

Check out the original Thankful Thursday.

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The More Things Change…

The patterns of life vary

Live, die

Dirty, clean

Fight, negotiate

Work, play

Simple patterns that you see every day

 

She was walking along, not really paying too much attention to what was going on around her. Not that unusual in this day and age, was what she often reassured her father whenever he called, worried at the constant distractions that bombarded her life.

“I’ll be fine, Dad.”

“Sweetie, I really worry about this.”

“I know, I know, but this is just the way life is.”

“It didn’t use to be like this.”

“Dad, yes it did.”

“We weren’t checking our phones every five or ten seconds, darling.”

“Just because the distraction themselves have changed doesn’t mean that the reality of them has.”

“Well, if you’re sure…”

“I’m not pushing the wedding back any further, Dad.”

“I just don’t want you to overload yourself with school and work and now this wedding!”

She gave an exasperated sigh, “I know how to prioritize, Dad. You taught me that. I’ll be fine. You always were.”

He chuckled over the line and nodded, though she wouldn’t be able to see it, “Even when I was running around trying to find my tie and cuff-links?”

“Especially then, Dad!”


This little story was inspired by the Dungeon Prompt: Patterns. Sorry for it’s lateness!