She's the best kind of friend, so I unloaded. Went beyond the four lousy days and expanded on some longstanding stresses that occasionally swell and loom large. The recounting was so awful it became funny, and we started to laugh.
"You're so lucky," she said.
I expected she'd explain that "lucky" bit in some predictable way -- because I have a super-cool daughter and a wonderful boyfriend and great parents and reasonably good health.
Instead, she said, "You're lucky because now you know your purpose in life. Your purpose is that you can make most anyone's problems seem small by comparison. All they have to do is talk to you for a minute or two and they're bound to feel better about their own situation."
She said if there were a competition for hard-luck and dumb-decision stories, I'd have something to enter for most every category.
Before she hung up, she reminded me of something I already knew, but hadn't yet had the strength or sense to apply.
"Baby steps," she said. "Break it down. Don't look at all of it at one time. You'll get overwhelmed."
Turns out she was right. Once I began to deal with my problems in single file, they became doable. Bearable.
A little less Lifetime channel, and more HGTV.
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