Sometimes stress can become a full-time job: if you let it get out of hand, it can spill over into other parts of your life. Luckily for me, I have an extra-strength stess repellant: my family. Lately I have been feeling pretty stressed out, and worrying about so many different things at once that I can’t really think through any of them. I’m very lucky to have a family that really cares about me, and that tries to pull me out of these fits of stress and anxiety before it all becomes too much, and to come back to what really matters.
For example: I was talking to Jody yesterday, and Zachary took note of something I said and wanted to know what was bothering me (mind you: he’s three). I mentioned something about my job, and he responded: “I have a job, too. My job is to play with toys.” Man, don’t I wish I could have a job like that again? Don’t we all? But even more importantly, Zachy reminded me that my real job, my real place, is with my family, and no boss or paycheck could ever change that.