What Really Matters
I’m in something of a pensive mood today. A good friend just called me. We started chatting about this and that. She told me that she had just come back from a great lunch at our favorite deli near her house. I told her that I was online looking at cute clothing from Mim Pi and Catimini. And then she told me that she has cancer.
What?!
It was one of those things that stopped me in my mental tracks. We had an entire conversation about it. It turns out that the kind of cancer that she has is highly treatable. It’s hereditary so she knew that she might get it. She seems to be handling it all okay. And I do believe her when she says that things are going to be fine.
Nevertheless, the day has been thrown off a bit. It’s got me thinking about what really matters in life. Sure, it’s fine to spend time eating at delis and ordering great clothes. That’s how we get through life. But in the end the things that we do each day are not the things that add up to being the most important. It’s the friendships that we build and the way that we’re there for each other that really matter.
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