Hungry for more.

Lately, I am feeling starved for time. (Thus, I shouldn't be on the internet, the most notorious Thief of Time).

There is so much I want to do.

I want to exercise, get back to my pre-pregnancy weight, run a half-marathon.

I want to read all the books in the world (and I have 8 from the library with a ticking clock due date).

I want to be a better nurse and get certifications and volunteer on committees.

I want to serve others.

I want to read the scriptures more, and read books about the scriptures, and church doctrine.

I want a clean house.

I want to explore LA and enjoy all the fun things it has to offer.

I want to sit down and talk with my husband, get on the floor and play with my baby.

(I want another baby).

I want to write all the blog posts and stories and novels swirling around in my brain.

I think Cal is just like me. I see him sometimes sitting in a pile of toys, and he wants to take his favorites with him. He puts one in each hand, and then he tries to grab another, and another. He only has two hands and despite the fact that they are bigger than most 18-month old hands, he can only cram so many matchbox cars into them. Inevitably, he drops something. On a good day, he can let it go. On a bad day, he lets out a wail or a frustrated groan and throws everything to the ground, trying to pick it all up again. He doesn't want to have to choose. He wants it all.

So do I. It's probably a good time for me to read Good, Better, Best. Maybe after I reread all the conference talks. And all the archived talks from BYU Women's Conferences. And the books Scott got me for my birthday about the Atonement and women and the priesthood (seriously can't wait for that one).

See what I mean?

How do you slow down and focus on the one or two or five most needful things?