I’m working on it. I try really hard to make my life mean something to the world. I know that it means something to my children and my family and I do know and realize how important that is. And yes, they most definitely come first. But I also know that I am capable of doing so much more. And when I sit at home eating microwavable popcorn and watching reruns of RHOBH just because I want to, I start to feel a little guilty. My hours spent on Pinterest or my blog or Instagram. Or when every ‘extra’ activity I do is just for the benefit of myself. I’m capable of a lot more than that. A lot more patience and compassion and generosity and time. I want my passion and my capabilities to come together and do something really beautiful. And eventually I think I’ll get to the point where it all balances out.