I remember a time when I used to think that being really busy was getting me somewhere closer to “accomplishment”. It wasn’t nothing for me to be going to school full time, working full time, raising children, working on projects for myself, and volunteering for an organization. My mornings consisted of driving a 1 hour commute, while drinking coffee, putting on make-up, and talking on the phone. My afternoons consisted of me rushing to pick up kids in traffic, talking on the phone, eating a snack, and stressing. (Continue)