Cussing and Crying

Both of these can be therapeutic at times.  When the tornado wiped out my clients' three town homes, I doubt they cried.  They probably cussed a little.  But plain and simple they started over.  I am glad they had the opportunity to do so.  I have to remember the opportunities.  This week I lost someone, that one did make me cry, yet I had the opportunity to have years with a great neighbor and friend.  Yesterday I didn't know the status of a spare key at closing.  This earned me many cussings I'm sure and I too had some good ones rolling around in my head.  Luckily they didn't roll off the tongue.  In the midst of my much preferred cussing over crying I have to remember How Important Is It?  Then thankfully I remember every new day I get is a do over.  And hopefully do better.