Whenever I start to feel sorry for myself, I tend to try to remember how blessed I am and that so many others have it way worse than me.
I’ve been feeling down and out-of-sorts about some things in my life, and today, I got another one of those reminders: I found out that two people I grew up with passed away within the last year or so.
My hometown is small. Most of use knew each other since we were in elementary school.
Just makes me sad.