Someone told me the other day that I take too much on myself. I’ve been told the same before, and I know it’s right – I started to say suspect, but I have a dear friend I could see rolling their eyes at me saying that it might not be correct. That’s a good reason why I’m always stressed out. I guess I just like to borrow trouble. It’s not the first time I’ve been told that.

So my goal in the next few weeks is to find a way to let go of all of these things that I’m taking on.  It’s not only my responsibility. It’s something other people can handle too.  The constant worrying has made it hard for me to sleep well. I’m hoping that letting go of things means I can sleep better.

I had been adding exercise every day before the Comic Con at the beginning of the month.  Then I was physically exhausted for several days. I’m starting back on the exercise train. The dog is happy with the walks. She tries to drag me down the street when the kids get on the bus in the mornings because she thinks it needs to be a daily occurrence. Poor baby, it’s been raining, so I haven’t wanted to walk.