Like a dog on a leash

I was thinking today about how I would describe the way I've been feeling. The title sums it up.

I feel like a dog on a leash. Like a dog with an amazing master who provides everything yet I'm trying to run the other direction. My master loves me enough to not let go of the leash and keep walking forward though I'm trying my hardest to run into traffic.

There are major things going on in the Bindel house. We're buying a house, Stroller Strides has it's Grand Opening this week, it's football season and I'm trying to raise two girls as a football widow. Why on earth do I think I can do this without prayer?