A little while ago I came across a pithy phrase while browsing in the blogosphere. I cannot remember whose blog it was, so I apologise for not giving you the credit due.
At the time I chuckled ruefully, acknowledging that I was guilty of the sins it covered, and put it out of my mind.
This week between Christmas chaos and medical mayhem I have bitten off rather more than I want to chew. And the saying came back to me (and bit me rather hard).
Don't pet the sweaty stuff, don't sweat the petty stuff.
Sadly I do both. I get bogged down in those bit of my life that are less than ideal, and I make a rod for my own back and beat myself mercilessly over things which really don't matter. It is really time that I learned to let both the sweaty stuff and the petty stuff go.
Are you guilty too?
At the time I chuckled ruefully, acknowledging that I was guilty of the sins it covered, and put it out of my mind.
This week between Christmas chaos and medical mayhem I have bitten off rather more than I want to chew. And the saying came back to me (and bit me rather hard).
Don't pet the sweaty stuff, don't sweat the petty stuff.
Sadly I do both. I get bogged down in those bit of my life that are less than ideal, and I make a rod for my own back and beat myself mercilessly over things which really don't matter. It is really time that I learned to let both the sweaty stuff and the petty stuff go.
Are you guilty too?
