Honestly, the last little while has been tough. What I thought was an afternoon funk turned out to be a season of abundant anxiety. At this point, I'm really intentionally turning that arround. But sometimes it feels like trying to touch ground while balloons are floating you upwards. I guess the only way down is to face things head on, pop those balloons, and have peace in knowing that all will be grounded again soon. I put a bit too much work on my plate this Fall, which I don't normally do... learning and living.