As I laid awake into the wee hours of the morning, crying (again), I got a little pissed off. Things are not all gloom and doom, even though they are hard. I'm okay, even though I'm struggling. Daily, there is more to celebrate and less to fret over. And fretting doesn't preclude me from celebrating. I can do both.I can feel overwhelmed and scared and hopeful and optimistic. I'm human. I am