You know when the sacrifice is greatest felt- when someone else invites me to do something or when my son asks for something. It's never anything internal that triggers the disappointment or discouragement from having to sacrifice. My focus has always been, so I thought, not on what it is, but what it will become.
But I'm human. I want the girl trips, the Sunday brunch. My freedom of time back, to be able to buy my son anything he asks for. It could be discouraging having to keep declining invitations and not participate in weekend social events.
But what I know for certain; today is the brokest I will ever be. This will be the least amount of celebrity I will have after today. So why get caught up in worshipping the worse part of my life that I will ever be at.