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CT Week.

That insurmountable pressure to do well.

To score, to exceed expectations.

When did I become like this?

When did doing well start meaning so much to me?

Why did doing well start meaning so much to me?

Back in y1/2, results were like... bleh whatever.

In a way, I used to scorn those who stressed out so much, tbh.

Guess this burden comes with maturity.

But. 

I'm still trusting God though.  Right?

Because I know I won't be able to do it without His strength.

Because when God's number one, everything falls into place.

Because God knows. Yesterday, today, forever, He knows.

So yeah, I'm going to let God take the top place in my life.

Glad we sorted that out, self.

Matthew 11:28

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.