Chicken Soup for the Soul

I had an appointment this morning and immediately went to visit family afterwards. It was so nice to see my aunt and cousin. We sat around the table with bowls of chicken noodle soup and laughed about how we’re getting old, falling apart, and each have something that ails us. Oh what’s your problem? Your brain? Your knee? Your eyes? Your back?

It’s good for the soul to laugh about it a little bit; makes it feel like less of a burden. We all have something. My problems are no bigger or smaller than anyone else’s.