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A guy at my work's sister's house burnt down and they were looking for donations.  I offered them some stuff that I had been thinking of getting rid of anyway and they came to pick it up this morning.  It got me thinking that I really don't give enough.  I wish I had more to give but I do have tons of yarn that I could be knitting into hats and mitts for people who don't have anything.  I think I'm pretty good when an opportunity but I just don't go out of my way enough.

When I look at myself I always come up short.  I've been taking on more and more at work and it is only a matter of time before that catches up with me and drags me down.  I wish that I could be more things to more people, at the same time I wish that I could be a hermit so I never hurt anyone.  Am I neglecting my son or is he being a normal teenager?  I can't help thinking that I'm neglecting him.  I want to save money but I want to spend it to make those around me happy.  Sometimes I wish that I could split myself into pieces, each devoted to different people and tasks.  I wish that I could be all things to all people and still be true to myself.