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Life is good.

Really good.

I've been posting videos which is a huge fear of mine. Every time I do it I feel so sick afterwards. All my anxiety is screaming at me about how people will hate it, my insecurities tell me I'm not good enough, and my fears tell me I am not qualified. But I stand boldly in front of them and tell them to hush. Ain't nobody got time for that ;)

Here is the deal though. When I say life is good, it isn't because all my ducks are in a row and everything is going fantastic. I say life is good because that is my outlook I choose to have.

Financially things are just eeking along. We make just enough money to exist while working to build my husband's businesses. I am working on certifications that I worry all the time whether or not I will pass the final exams. I homeschool and honestly everyday I worry if I am teaching my kids what they need to know. We are in the process of taking care of an issue with my son. He had the awful experience of being exposed to pornography at some school events and we have reported it and now we meet with school officials. I am stressed because I am. What are they going to say or do or refuse to do?

Bottom line. Life is good but it's crazy, and I'm not afraid of the crazy. I'm not afraid of the anxiety and the fears and the insecurities. They aren't going away and neither is my determination to make the best of everyday. I'm practicing what I teach...I am living my full contact life! 

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