One breath at a time. My chest feels so tight with anxiety and frustration that it's emotionally hard to breathe.
I want to scream, but that won't help anything. Just keep praying and doing, Sarah.
Lithuania trip is coming so fast, I have so much to get done. Ultimately, though (tries to realize this) I'm not going to die if these things don't get done, though I will disappoint people and maybe ruin my reputation.
Blah. Well, from God is my honor - therefore I'm just going to do what I can and try not to sweat the rest.