"do what you can, where you can, with what you have."

This week, I've woken up to wet pillowcases a few times. 

When I struggle, I try to remember a few things.


The world is bigger than my problems.


It will eventually end.


And, most importantly,


I have work to do. 


In the deepest hours of the night, when life is painful, raw, and difficult, when things seem too much to bear, I try to remember this, because for me, it is so very important. 


What is the purpose of life, exactly? To be happy? I know that is what I wish for my children... a life where they are content, happy, and experience sheer joy in the ordinary.


Perhaps the purpose is to prepare for whatever lies next? This is what many religions seem to tell us, when you boil them all down to a common denominator.


To serve others? To minimize the importance of personal desires to benefit a greater good? 


I'm really not sure. But it is past midnight, and as usual I cannot sleep. And I am experiencing a strong desire to not be studying, writing papers, or otherwise involved with learning at this moment. At least, not the kind that involves textbooks. 


On another note, I saw this today. Loved. I know there are some that will just think, "angry feminist." But, if you've worked in women's health care long enough, or inner-city, or anything similar, you know. 





Night, all.