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  • I work in the public eye. I don't mind it. In fact, sometimes I love it. But with that comes this crazy, unexplainable desire to get attention - not for me, but for my cause.

    There are times when I write a piece for my blog or I send out a tweet when I am profoundly disappointed by the lack of retweets, likes, views, clicks, etc. There are even times when I see another person whom I don't like or don't respect, or know is full of shit, getting retweeted and liked and shared like crazy. I want to scream at the internet.

    But today something really awesome happened to me. I saw that a recent blog post I wrote had resulted in not nearly as many likes, or views, or shares or tweets than the experts would say is successful. But then I logged into my email. And I was elated.

    I had written a story about Marcus - this 6 year-old boy who captured my heart just a few days ago. He needs a family. And I want to find him one. When I first saw his face - giant grin and wide eyes and I teared up immediately. I couldn't shake the idea that he didn't have a mom like my girls have...someone who snuggles him like crazy and adores his every move. So I wrote a blog and dedicated it to finding him someone who would love him like that.

    And people were responding! At least a dozen inquiries came in from people all over the country asking how they could help this adorable little boy. And I beamed with pride.

    How silly of me to care about how many shares and tweets and likes my blog had received. After all, I know better than that. The best way to measure your work is in impact, not attention. And impact...well, I am beyond proud to say that the organization I started just 6 years ago impacts people in real ways every single day.

    I won't stop trying to spread our message...because we need to reach as many people as possible. We need everyone to find even a small way to make lives better for the beautiful kids trapped in our nation's foster care system. But I'm going to stop caring so much about those silly numbers that fools will have you believe equal any kind of success.

    After all, it's just one family I need to find for Marcus.
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