I'm a brat

Today I was whining at myself about this frustrating guy in my life, why am I not doing more this summer, it’s too hot, blah blah blah.

Then someone came in to visit one of my bosses. It’s an open spaced office, so it was hard not to hear their conversation. She had a boyfriend, or nephew of some sort, who had cancer and was doing chemotherapy. He may soon no longer have therapy available, because their funds are running short and they are having insurance problems. He’s currently dealing with debilitating pain and side effects, and would have perhaps a few weeks or months left if he went off chemo.

When I heard this, I realized I was a spoiled brat. I’m going out for a walk, I’m going to look at the sights, and consider myself blessed to have these abilities.