Two new plumbing bills from my property manager. No consent from me as requested many times. Just the bills. I am suspicious to the point of paranoia. Maybe this is why I groove to the comedian, Sebastian Maniscalco. Have you seen his video, Aren’t you embarrassed on Netflix? Laughed so hard I started coughing — which leads to this:
A Facebook video reminding me that in 100 years (probably more like 65 or less) nobody on earth will remember me, my property will be owned by strangers, my descendants will hardly know who I was.
To some, this might bode tragic. But as I try to enjoy a Sunday in solitude with a fuzzy dog sleeping on the couch, this perspective allows me to take a deep breath. Bills won’t invade my peace today.
Does this heal my trust issues? No. But it helps me get on top of them, even breathe them out if I choose.
Do I have to deal with the plumbing bills? Yes, but not in the same way.
This day will never come again. My family members are away. (We all need that sometimes, right?) Sunlight is filtering through the windows. I’ve had my coffee. No obligations except to myself. Peace, everyone.
I saw that same post on FB and thought the exact same thing
We’re kindred spirits
Peace.