Lately I’ve been thinking about the cost of living, literally. What does it take for you to live? What sacrifices do we make that compromise our health, in order for us to make a living, or what we deprive ourselves of in the name of saving money. This isn’t a new thought. Last year, when a friend from work had an actual stroke, it was a scary wake up call. That even a person who is a comfort to others and can pull off being there for his family in the day can still be there for his team at night, has a breaking point. I can’t deny that after…