Stress has become my middle name. Actually, maybe it's my first name. I really try to get past it, some days are better than others. My plate is full. Like Thanksgiving size full. Maybe I should count my many blessings, name them one by one. Or maybe I'll just be stressed.
Mark found a quote the other day that I've been repeating to myself. "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." Hopefully all of these things I stress about or that we are sacrificing for will be okay in the end.