I had a thought the other day.

     Sometimes, life is kind of like a hike. And you know how when you go on a legit hike, you have a huge backpack and usually you take some sort of canned food, especially if you're sleeping overnight? Yeah, well, everyone has one of those and it has just as many cans of soup or beans or Alphaghetti in it as you can carry comfortably. Sometimes though, (at least for me) you'll notice one of your friends struggling with their pack, so you take some of their cans from them. At first you don't really notice the extra weight, but eventually as you help more and more people and worry about other people's problems, the cans begin to weigh you down. Sometimes it even gets to the point where you have to take out some of your own cans just so there's room for everyone else's.  Soon you begin to struggle to make it up the hill (Hikes are generally on an incline, right? I wouldn't know, I'm from Saskatchewan.), and then you feel bad because you can't keep up with everyone else on the hike.
     That was me this week. Normally I worry a lot anyway, but lately I've been taking on too many cans that are not my own. It can really wear a person out, you know? I was just so sad and exhausted and stressed about everything... But I'm okay now. I had to let other people help me with MY cans and I had a few long chats with some of my favourite people and heard things I REALLY needed to hear. Examples? Okay.