So, coming off one craptacular week and hopefully heading into a new (great) one, I have a little more perspective and control than I thought over my situation. When I get into a funk I get pretty bleak. I'm trying to keep perspective and grasp what is truly important. I recently came across a blog written by a woman in her twenties diagnosed with stage IV ovarian cancer and given 6-12 months to live. While her situation is dire, she has the best outlook on life. I find that the people who are closest to death often have the most profound things to say about living. And it makes all the petty shit seem not so important.