Sometimes I feel like everything is pressing down on me. Job, health, writing, toddler, moving, baby #2 (maybe?), health. It feels unfair and burdensome. Then, I remember that this is what I chose for my life. I love my family and insist on having them right now. I need my job and my business so that we can live the way we want. I want to finally move forward with my writing and refuse to put it off any longer. I decided to sell my house earlier this year before the market tanked, so now we have to move.
These are my choices. And, I’m going to be grateful that it’s all going the way I’ve wanted. Yes, that’s what I’ll keep telling myself. That, and “just keep swimming…” I wonder if I’m the only one struggling after getting what I wished for.