It's a great feeling, knowing you can juggle all the tasks set before you.  There was a point last week where I thought for just a second, maybe I can't.  After I smacked myself in the forehead a couple times, it occured to me that so long as it's something you enjoy doing, there's nothing to worry about. 

In fact, you just can't worry because that's when you've turned from passion... to hateful task.

Reminding myself what my goals are, why I'm making these changes in my life, why I love what I'm doing, that's the fuel that keeps me going every day.  I even started cutting out photos from magazines and hanging them on the wall to remind me of my goals.  I know, very high school and/or "the secret", but it honestly helps to have a visual staring me in the face every day.

Oh, and coffee. That helps too.

I can feel the bad stress loosening it's grip ever so slightly.  It will always be a part of my life, but I can turn it into a good thing if I go about it the right way.  Stress doesn't always have to be bad, it can be a motivator as long as it's made of passion.  Passion and coffee.

Wait, stress made of coffee? That doesn't make any sense.  Maybe I've had too much today.