All a matter of perspective

I talked to a co-worker today, she had surgery (female stuff) and in a couple of months she is going for a mastectomy... And I read J-Girl's post about the loss in her family... and I realized how childish and how self-indulgent my whining and self-pity was yesterday... I'm not beating myself up about it, I felt crappy (still do), but really, how much does this matter in the big picture? Most people who know me had no idea that we were kinda/sorta an item, so I don't have the humiliation of people pitying me or comparing me to the new girlfriend. And, I knew it's not going to be forever, so it's probably better that it ends now than if it ends years from now and hurts even more. And, I'm still alive, he is still alive, and we both can get on with it. Yes, I guess today I'm in a rationalizing/getting over kindof a mood, though knowing myself, it's a slippery slope and I might sink back into the self-pity stuff once again.
Yesterday I had 3 kids again at my place and Lydia got very hyper and excited playing, so at one point, it was just too much. I went outside to the backyard, laid down on the soft grass and looked up at the sky. Blue sky, fluffy, everchanging, lazy soft clouds = instant calm. It was great. I was only lying there for about 10 minutes, but it felt like I had a good sleep or something... I saw shapes in the clouds, then they morphed into some different shapes and there was nothing around me except me and the sky.
I think this will be my new "meditation". When in stress, look up at the sky, day or night.