How are they teenagers and I’m almost 50? Wasn’t I just a teenager with my now deceased parents asking the same question? It’s a wonderful life. It’s a blessed life. It’s a rich life. But sometimes the sheer magnitude of it takes over and I am unable to breathe. Am I good enough? Am I strong enough? Do I do, give, love, honor enough. Do I do too much? Wife, mother, sister, friend. No longer a daughter and that wrecks me from sunup deep into my dreams. Lead with kindness. Don’t feel envy. Accept yourself and others. Not always easy. Not always achievable. But always trying. Never give up. Fast paced city life or slow paced country life? Democrat or republican? Why so many labels? Drop the labels. Just be. And love.