THIS IS IT! YOU ONLY HAVE ONE LIFE!

Seriously.
STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF.
This is the sage advice I gave a girlfriend this morning.  Yes, I know, it’s pat and well, generic, which got me to thinking.  Maybe she needed to be reminded of the meaning behind those words.  So great friend that I am, I decided to do a post on it.
Let’s define what I consider small stuff first.  Here’s my list:
Your car won’t start.
 Your husband’s irritated you spent a hundred and twenty dollars on shoes.
 Your neighbor’s non-athletically inclined kid plays catch with his equally non-athletic dad beside your car.
 Your job is the pits.
 Your garbage disposal crapped out.
 Your dog chewed your hundred and twenty dollar pair of shoes.
 You have a ding in your car.  Hmm..?
 You have cinch bugs in your lawn.
 A person at work hates you.
 The pesticide you used to get rid of the cinches killed the grass instead.
 Your boss makes more money than you do.
 Heck, everyone makes more money than you do.
All small stuff.
NOW for my list of big stuff:
DEATH.
Gee, when you look at the above options like this they’re all pretty insignificant compared to death, wouldn’t you say? And, as painful as those other options seem now to get over, they ain’t going to kill you.
Life’s too short PEOPLE! 
Now, if you’re one of my writer friends who may be nursing the sting from a recent rejection? Or two. Suck it up. It happens to the best of us and remember, if you don’t put yourself out there occasionally you’ll never improve.  You know what I always say?  Get busy living folks, because you ain’t getting out of here alive!
Riley.