I begin my days groggy and sleep-deprived, my mornings a private hell brought on by late nights and long work hours. Coffee runs at 10 after practicals keep me awake during class. I jot down notes, attend meetings and work, only to end past midnight to do it all again. I don’t mind working; on the contrary I am one who loves a busy schedule. Time is of the essence and prioritizing should be one's greatest strength. We worry so much about making it. About making things right, about making things work, about making it in life. We worry incessantly about plans and projects--we laugh a little, we rest a little but we worry a lot. We worry if we're right; we worry if we're not. We worry of what is to be, what has been and what's happening. We worry without acknowledging it; we worry about the little things and as soon as we've solved the problem, we move on to worry a little more. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind worrying. I like a little doubt to keep me in ch