Have you ever had that moment where you realized that all your life's problems are petty and really insignificant?

I did.

Yesterday evening while at my knitting group.

I learned to knit just over a year ago (learned right before last christmas, to be more precise) and my friend and I joined a near-ish knitting group in order to keep up with working on things and have some fun talking with people about lives we haven't known for ages. Conclusions? My friend (who is my Moirail) needs me to expect to go to things if she wants to keep up with groups like this, I need HER to get me out of the house, and there are some DIVERSE PEOPLE in knitting circles (One of them repairs motorcycles when not knitting baby booties).

That said, the knitting group takes place on Tuesday nights at a yarn shop where they also sell spinning and weaving supplies. They also have a spinning-group that gets together on Wednesdays to make yarn together that my moirail and I also go to. These two groups were essentially run by different women, one is the knit and crochet lady, the other the spinning and weaving lady. Both are super nice and funny and helpful, and Spinning lady said when I finished my first sock that I could come to her for help on the gusset when doing the second of the pair. (I just finished the second gusset, btw, it's been months!)

I found out yesterday that Spinning lady has stage four brain cancer.

She went from "you'll be fine" just before christmas to "you have six months to live" just before valentine's. That's less than two months.

My problems? Finding a job and being busy and having lots of projects to work on? YEAH. RIGHT. PROBLEMS.

And that's all I really have to say about that.