Not the fit and active one, I wish I could say I was experiencing that. Instead I have had a revival kind of week. With 17 credit hours at my university, looming deadlines, sleepless baby, and a series of unfortunate lateness I had found myself breaking down mentally. This mental pressure could be felt in my legs, back, arms, and even the tips of my hair. My entire being was weighed down and then like magic I found communication as my strength.
Sometimes I get so caught up in life I forget that people can help. People can lift the burden and that is exactly what happened and suddenly I could see all the good things that were happening. This week, the one I predicted would be from hell had turned into a fantastic week. Homework turned in, deadlines hit, and here I am with just enough time to write a little blog.
Stress is heavy, but not to heavy for a helping hand.