I’m feeling a little low on passion at this moment. Excitement and joy are there, but they are shyly peeking out at me from behind a wall of "obligation." I've been piling on the work. My dear friend just emailed me-- "hey! My chubby baby is 3 months old and you haven't met him yet!" Crap! I want to squeeze those fatty newborn cheeks already. He'll only be 3 months old for about one more second. So what's getting in the way of me taking some time out to hang with my friend and her new baby? What's getting in the way of me feeling zesty and zippy about life? Well the thing is that I'm busy.