First day at work

I’m reading “Daring Greatly” (because I’m fucking desperate).

In it, she writes about a man who told her that he had gone through life like that: preparing for the worst.

Then he was in a car accident and his wife was killed. And all that preparation hadn’t prepared him for it at all.

And now he regretted that he hadn’t properly appreciated all the good times with his wife. So he had decided to enjoy his life from now on, as an homage to his wife.