Never A Dull Moment

So yesterday was one of those days where I let myself get maxed out.  It wasn't one or two big things that pushed me there, just a bunch of little things. Lots of things to care about.  I was doing fine carrying each of these 'cares' until I had a conversation with someone very close to me (no names will be used to protect the innocent). . . It was not meant to be a finger-pointing conversation, but a comment was made that I "need to be passionate about SOMETHING ." That went all over me - and not in a good way. I got quiet and the conversation ended.  I hung up the phone and sat there.  How could I care any MORE about anything?!  Don't they know that I care about everything?!  And I began making a mental list of all the things that I HAVE to care about.  (Come on, you do this too sometimes, right?) - I have to care about the laundry. - I have to care about homework. - I have to care about work (I don't know, something about getting paid for a job