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At home, above my desk hangs a sign that in bold letters displays “do what you (insert heart here).” For a long time, I found it inspirational. I’m guessing that is more than likely the sole reason why I purchased it in the first place.

Recently, I find myself gazing at it and wondering is that really enough? I ask this because I know 100% that I absolutely love what I do. I couldn’t imagine really doing anything else. I say realistically because periodically I dream of owning a donut shop where I would have unlimited access to the warm donuts right out of the fryer to my liking. Hint: This girl loooves her donuts.

Wednesday I got the “dreaded” phone call from my daughter’s daycare. Parents with children can probably relate, the call that informs you that your daughter has a fever and must be picked up immediately and cannot return until she has not had a fever for 24 hours. This phone call always equals frustration and anxiety for me because what it literally translates to is: plan on leaving work early, plan on not being at work tomorrow and possibly the day after, decide if your child must see the doctor and/or find a sitter for the times that you have a previous engagement that you cannot get out of that is occurring in less than 24 hours. Now I know I might have a mild form of obsessive-compulsive behavior, because I like to plan. I specifically like to know how much time I have available to complete my tasks and projects. When that time is snatched away in a manner that is beyond my control, I enter Camp Unhappy.