That’s all it is.
Few minutes ago, a funny thing happened.
I was applying for full-time jobs, maybe even a little worried at the back of my head if I’d get one on time or not. I don’t get stressed out usually. And I’m still not, but yes I was concerned.
Was.
Not anymore.
Why?
Because I saw this on Instagram from one of the people I follow on there:
“Life is fucking crazy, yo. Today’s doctor appointment confirmed my health issues are possibly ovarian and cervical cancers.”
And she posted an ultrasound of the 5 inch wide mass of cancer growing inside her.
Fuck. And I was worried about getting a job.
It’s all how you look at things I guess.
Life in a blog 