These words on a sugar packet came into my life at just the right time. It was while I was in vacation in Hawaii and feeling all whiny and self-pitying, playing the spoiled little girl, bemoaning my situation in life. Why is it that so and so gets such and such and I don't? Or to be more specific, why is it that totally unsuitable (being polite) people are blessed with eight babies (exaggerating) and I'll never have one (projecting disastrously into the future)? What did I do to deserve this? Why me? These mad thoughts were taking over my mind.
I have no idea who this Noah benShea fellow is or why he is on sugar packets (and please do not take this as me advertising for this self help fellow). But that very day, the words on this sugar packet were staring right up at me. Reminding me that life is not about the breaks I've been given or not given, but about who I am, and how I choose to respond. Reminding me to grow up.
I took the sugar packet and stuck it in my pocket, flying it all the way home with me, where it now sits on my bulletin board, reminding me when I need it that what really matters is who I am.