I worked so hard last year to remove stress from my life. Not the everyday stress that comes from being blessed with two incredibly rambunctious little boys, but extra, unnecessary, took on too much, said-yes-when-you-should-have-said-no, stress. It tries to rear its ugly head occasionally, and I even get sucked in every so often, but overall I am doing a good job of keeping it at bay.
During this past week, as I think about starting to homeschool and continue working, I’ve felt the back of my neck stiffen and my stomach churn. Undue stress was trying to make a comeback. I prayed, refocused, refreshed, yet it remained. Nagging doubts crept in … could I do it all? Was this crazy? Was I crazy? Is this even possible? And on and on and on.
Then the most wonderful thing happened. I heard two of the most beautiful words in the English language.
Me too – other women confessed online, in Facebook posts, that they were dealing with situations just like mine.
Me too – these women talked about struggling with decisions, with time, with busyness
Me too – they talked about making it through successfully … and coming back for another year
Who knows how sharing your story can help someone else dealing with a similar situation.