I’ve spent a lot of sacrament meetings like this. On the verge of tears, unsure whether I can handle to things going through my head and the things that will be required of me during the coming week.
The last time this happened consistently, I don’t recall having as many things on my plate as I do now.
So progress is good, I guess.
But that doesn’t necessarily make what I’m currently experiencing better. It doesn’t solve the underlying issue.
The last time this happened consistently, I had to essentially start over. And that’s something I can’t afford to do in the drastically same way as I did before.
I have actual responsibilities and obligations.
However, I also have someone to rely and share some of the responsibilities with.
This helps some, but doesn’t help fully. We have different capacities and different abilities. And these don’t overlap as often as I’d like. Some things can be passed off, but many things can’t.
So I sit, again, hoping for some sort of deliverance, barely expecting any, while committing to do everything I can to make things better.