Things That Matter

With house guests on the way from our past life in Minnesota, I've been thinking about what has been called my more "maudlin" choice of topic here on the site, that being my rumination on "our three lives" and the friendships therein. Today, I realize, it's broader than the friendships, though they're an obvious illustration of what I'm wrasslin' with, namely, sorting out the things that matter from the things that don't in this here short life. It's probably a simple enough task for a lot of folk, but I don't recall it ever being so for me. I tend to over think things, probably too often. But it all sort of became real clear this afternoon for a fleeting minute there, and it's the simple realization that not everything matters, not everything has to matter, that some things, when they cease to matter, you can just drop them. Because there's a lot of other things that do matter that should get the proper time and attention. Like the meat odyssey. And the good folks we do know that care how we're doing. And those two things are probably all wrapped up together anyway.