2.8.16 No longer contestants

It's interesting how sometimes, when we have enough of a volume of real goings-on, we don't end up messing as much with the unreal. With the once-upon-a-time, or the imagined.

      Sometimes when we have enough siblings and animals and responsibilities and we have to squeeze in the things to do that we love, there isn't much room to get all flipped out about the scratch on your finger that's stinging, or the grave disappointment from not getting something you were promised. 
     It's no longer a contestant for 'worst thing ever'. Your little brother losing part of his finger or the car not getting to the grocery store in the snow storm is.
     I never realized until now how 

the number of people in your life

                                                   x 

the probable increase in adverse events

                                                   = 

other crap just not hitting anywhere near the mark. 

     If we happen to beg, borrow or steal our own kids, and there are enough of them ,and animals and nieces and nephews, and medical problems and car accidents and falls and school crises, we realize that the sheer volume of things happening that day, and necessitating focus, really keeps the over reacting to small stuff at bay.