It has been 17 days since my life was turned upside down and inside out.
17 days ago I was just a girl telling a story.
Today I am an organizer of a philanthropic kindness organization that is blowing up effectively making me the worlds poorest philanthropist.
I am a professional woman attending conferences, receiving job offers and requests to come speak at events.
I have people standing behind me, pushing me, supporting me, advising me.
Im working constantly, sleeping rarely and keeping up with my house work, never.
I am talking to designers, PR firms, web gurus, and friends.
I feel like i'm finally going to change the world.
Why do I feel like I am saving the world and can't save myself?
Why does everyone have such faith in me and what I'm doing and yet my personal life is not getting any better.
If in less then 3 weeks I can start changing the world and accomplish so much, then why am I still penny pinching for food and diapers? Why can't I keep up on my own home? Why do I feel like I'm not giving my daughter enough?
How the hell am I supposed to make this work?
I am so blessed and fucked at the same time. Its like that feeling when you're drinking that you know you're having a great time but you also know the next day is gonna hurt.