One of my old ladies has a little cushion in her bedroom which says “When I count my blessings, I count you twice”. That always reminds me how important different people are to me and my life.
Take a step back, and think: how am I lucky? What’s the most important thing?
Sure, we all think our health is the most important thing; that’s obvious. But, for most of us, that particular luck will run out. So what else? People, jobs, life in general, children, love, parents, faith? The ability to draw interesting friends? The knack of winning a job interview every time? The talent to find inspiration every time someone asks for it to be written/depicted/filmed/sung?
There aren’t any right or wrong answers. Everyone is different and luck has different angles to it. But if you find yourself thinking how rubbish everything is, and how bad or sad or mad you feel, just remember:
This too, will pass.
And maybe that will lead you back to how lucky you are.
As above, so below.