On the darkest day of my professional career, the universe conspired to make me laugh.
As the boss droned on about why he had sold the business to our most hated competitor, I looked down and saw the woman next to me was taking notes on a pad.
The pad had an illustration across the top of the page with the words, “One hundred years from now, none of this will matter.”
“Yep,” I laughed, and whispered, “Thank you, Lord.”
It’s sort of gallows humor — after all, you know why none of our current troubles will worry us a century out — but it has more than a kernel of truth.
Whatever’s weighing you down, whatever is keeping you awake at night, even that will be over someday.
Take heart and aim for better days.