Got off work late last night, got in the car with Josh and I felt a little bit of stress lift off my shoulders.

Life has really been getting me down, lately. Struggling making ends meet, working myself into overtime for the last three weeks, getting home and sleeping until my next shift, etc.. It’s been hard. (I’m ashamed of how many bills we’ve gotten behind on.)

But last night, sitting there, talking with Josh, a little pressure lifted off my chest. I know I’ll make it. — We will make it. I know we’ll figure it all out.

I have hope that everything will look up to the stars we can’t see. (Just like we do on cloudy nights.)