Stress. It is a horrible feeling. The adrenaline pumping through your veins with no outlet. The gnawing in the pit of your stomach. Right now I am stressed about Christmas. The holiday of love and sharing and all I can think about is how MUCH I have to do, and how little time I have to do it.

Lately though, I have been trying to change my perspective. I might not be able to change my situation - no time to shop for the perfect gift for my "hard to buy for" husband, where to find the freaking SkyDancer doll without going to a WalMart, or when I am going to make those Christmas cut out cookies with my girls. But then I remember that I can change my perspective. I hear tales of fathers disappearing into the snow. Newly diagnosed diseases of friend's loved ones weeks before the holidays. Layoffs. Budget cuts. I hear these things and I know I am sweating the small stuff. And wasting a lot of time stressing. I am truly blessed to have the troubles I have and THAT makes them smaller.