Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm lucky and privileged to not have time to do things I want to do b/c I'm busy doing other things I want to do.

It's easy to get down on myself - like there's something wrong with me for not having 36 hour days. But there's not. Time is a finite resource. I'm making the best choices I can with it. I like those choices AND I can still be bummed to miss out on other things that don't make the cut.