Some days I feel this stressful tension wrapping around my throat. Pressure to "get it all done" that chokes the life right out of me. The Cinderella song starts playing in my head:Cinderelly, CinderellyNight and day it's CinderellyMake the fire, fix the breakfastWash the dishes, do the mopping And the sweeping and the dustingThey always keep her hopping She goes around in circlesTill she's very, very dizzyStill they hollerKeep a-busy Cinderelly!Before I know it, I'm not happy anymore.  Golley-jeepers, folks, I just don't have time for happiness. No sirree--I've got way too much to get done. After all, isn't that what makes your life worth something? If you have a million things on your list and your knocking them out? So, I decide to put my head down and get to work. Knock it ou[...]

 This morning I woke up to a discouraging pile of laundry. Way too many dishes in the sink. (I try to get them washed the night before, but last night, we watched a movie instead.) The kitchen floor is frightening. The living room, well, let's just say there are things in here that ought not to be in here. They don't go in here. They don't go in here at all. I could go on, but I think you get the picture. My world is a wreck. What's worse? My little heart has already felt a few times like it may very well go under. I need some peace around here, inside here. And with those winds blowin' strong outside my window, I'm wondering if one little gust might just do me in.  On days like today, I light candles. (And I would include a picture here of my candles lit, but this place is [...]