Today has been a lesson in perspective. When I woke up this morning, I realized the odd smell in my kitchen was coming from my broken refrigerator. I decided to keep my cool (pun intended?) and just call in a maintenance request while I was at work so it would be fixed by the time I got home. Going about my day, however, proved impossible once I got a phone call requesting I come open my apartment for them, as their key was not working, and wait for the repairs in case they needed something else from me. To be succinct, a few calming breaths were necessary. Perspective, I kept telling myself, was the fact of incredible famine and drought in Africa compared with my curdling tzatziki sauce and wilting triple-washed lettuce renders my day one full of non-issues. Perspective, I forced myself to remember, is my understanding I can take the afternoon off to deal with the "issue," and still get a paycheck and have a job the following day, while others cannot. Perspective is knowing I am able to drive down the street for lunch, rather than being forced to go hungry. So, from my perspective, today could have been much worse.
