I remind myself that every solitary challenge that has the capability to make me anxious or depressed has an expiration date. It expires when either of the two things happen (1) The problem is resolved somehow—no matter how long it takes or whatever fashion it chooses to arrive (2) God takes me away from this earth, thus rendering the problem non-existent since as a celestial being, all that earthly drama ceases to be my cup of tea. Either way, something will give. That’s just life. So enjoy every bit of it.