Since my retirement to care for hubby in year #21 of Parkinson's Disease, since the pandemic struck, since Hospice comes to the house 4 times a week, I don't think of time in weeks any more. I think of days sometimes, but more often I refer to time in minutes. So here's my answer to your question. Every day is a gift. In some moments of the day I cringe because my activity is interrupted, or I have to clean the bathroom floor for the 3rd time that day. But these are merely inconveniences, and they are temporary. I have life - a blessing. I have hubby for one more minute - a blessing. And those have to supersede any inconveniences I encounter. If I don't think of these blessings, I give in to depression and despair.
Since my retirement to care for hubby in year #21 of Parkinson's Disease, since the pandemic struck, since Hospice comes to the house 4 times a week, I don't think of time in weeks any more. I think of days sometimes, but more often I refer to time in minutes. So here's my answer to your question. Every day is a gift. In some moments of the day I cringe because my activity is interrupted, or I have to clean the bathroom floor for the 3rd time that day. But these are merely inconveniences, and they are temporary. I have life - a blessing. I have hubby for one more minute - a blessing. And those have to supersede any inconveniences I encounter. If I don't think of these blessings, I give in to depression and despair.