This week has definitely been one for the books. One of the toughest weeks I’ve had in a very long time. While packing up my townhome to move into another, I decided to sit for a minute and unleash some tension by writing to you. I’ve been a slave to stress, worry, uncertainty and chaos all week long. Sleepless nights and carrying my tension in my back and shoulders have even physically made this week almost unbearable. When I first moved into this cozy little space almost 3 years ago, my son and I slept on an air mattress for about 3 months. My tiny TV sat on the one laundry basket I owned. We had each other, lights, food and water. That was all I could ask for. After many long workdays, prayers, and blessings from those around me, fast forward three years and I’m getting delirious packing box after box. Moving can be stressful no matter what stage of life you’re in. As I try to pack everything as neatly as possible, I get full of emotion and tears stream down my face because at
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