So tired, as always with this adrenal burnout, I had to go to the couch and crash this afternoon.
I fell asleep to the sound of my eighteen-year-old daughter folding towels and sheets on the floor nearby.
I woke up twenty minutes later to see neatly folded piles of clean laundry in baskets by the couch.
I nearly cried with gratefulness.
She seldom does such things.
As grateful as I am for the good little things in my life, so oppositely overwhelmed am I by the numerous bad little things.
Too many little bad things piled up together look like a big bad thing.
In the face of the mountain of bad things, the good things look so awesomely wonderful.
Although probably not what it is intended to mean, I suddenly think of Newton’s law of motion: “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”