Don't Sweat The Small Stuff

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I'm sure all of you have got a few of these.

You know, those people that you could probably count on one hand that just are there no matter what?

Ok cool, so you know what I'm talking about now.

Well I'm pretty lucky on that front, as I have a handful ( about 4) of those people and believe me when I say it, THEY ARE A RARE FIND.

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I've known her for nearly half my life - we met at work and from the first moment we started chatting we just clicked - you know that feeling that you've known eachother forever? Yep, one of those moments.

Well, she nearly died last week - Nearly FUCKING died! It felt like I had been punched in the stomach when I heard today. I started crying, feeling completely helpless as there was nothing that I could do.

Her husband and little kids must of been out of their mind watching her go into the back of an ambulance off to hospital - REALLY REALLY SICK.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

She was back home when I heard from her today, still really unwell but at least she was home.

I didn't know what to do, so I ordered on InterFlora - because flowers always help in some weird way.

She's a pretty amazing my friend. Super loyal to the ones she loves, will do anything for anyone, be that ear to listen {and she has heard her fair share from me just calling and blurting out all my problems, quietly taking it in while I rant on and on and on}, it doesn't matter whether you have seen her yesterday or 6 months ago, it is just like it was where you last were, no pressures of being a certain way in the friendship.

We've shared, wedding days, births of our children, illnesses, fights with our spouses, we are in eachothers corner when everything is absolutely fabulous and holding eachother {even if it's from afar} when things are total SHITHOUSE

And I could have lost her.

And while I was having a shit day stressing about political Bullshit at work, she was struggling in bed not even having the strength to get out to have a shower.

{DONT SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF}

Because the small stuff in the big picture really is really that - SMALL.

And we all do it - all the time, and I am one of the worst I sweat about the small stuff ALL THE TIME.

But when something major happens in your little circle - that little bubble that you call your world that is LIFE or DEATH - it really puts its all in fucking perspective.

Sarah, this post is for you my dearest friend, as it's always so easy to bitch about all the crap stuff going on but we rarely tell our closest how much we love, appreciate and cherish, and you my gorgeous chick are one in a billion!

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