Living in worry or fear can start to seem so normal we don’t even notice it.

It infuses everything we do, especially how we care for ourselves and our family.

Did I make the right choice for breakfast? Is that dairy going to cause eczema?
Did my baby eat enough? Did my toddler? Why am I so hungry? What’s that funny bump? Is it a bug bite or a symptom of a terrible disease?

Was that last meal organic? Oh maybe I shouldn’t have bought the cheap bread, or maybe we should really be cutting out gluten all together?

Even which shampoo to buy becomes a cause for concern. I really like my salon shampoo but that’s toxic right?

I guess I’ll for the natural kind. Greasy hair shouldn’t bother me. That’s just vain.
I mean it’s exhausting. How much easier is life when you can just rock the drive through from time to time.

Or have a hotdog and actually enjoy it, without some internal battle (not to mention the battle with your kids about eating...