Lately, I’ve been feeling so overwhelmed with all general aspects of life, but specifically work. Aside from my photography/calligraphy gigs, I work as a psychiatric technician and a pharmacy technician. I work crazy hours and there are some days that I only catch a couple hours of sleep, or don’t see my husband at all. In the midst of all the stress, it hit me that I’m forgetting that I genuinely LOVE everything that I do. A patient stopped me in my tracks the other day and thanked me for the work I’m doing, for being kind to her, and helping her through her process. It made me realize that everything I do has purpose, and that I’m right where I’m supposed to be for this season of my life. As hard as it may be, through the stress and grumpiness and sleep deprivation, sometimes I have to slow down and remember that I’m a part of something so much bigger than myself.