Some Days
Some days*, I wake up and wonder who I am, who I was when I didn’t like myself, who I will be tomorrow. I wonder if I’ll like her as much.
Some days, I look around my house, at all the things that rest inside and I think, what is that? Who does that belong to? That’s not mine. I don’t want that. I don’t need it. It makes me tired and heavy. I want to throw it all away.
Some days, I look at the people who live in my house, and I can’t remove my eyes. I love them. And some days I see them, and I think who IS that? Who are they? Who I am married to? Who is that woman in the mirror?
What am I doing here? Where have I been? Where am I going?
Some days I go to bed looking forward to my dreams. Some days, my dreams seem to be the best part of my world. Some days, Eli and Lena run into my bed in the morning and wake me up with hugs and kisses and tickles and absurd demands. On those days, my dreams are inadequate.
Some days, I ask myself how it all happened.
Some days, I wonder WHY?
And some days, the other days, I wonder, Why not?
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This post was inspired by my blogger hero, Nicole, at Sitting Still and her post on the same theme.
Some days, I look around my house, at all the things that rest inside and I think, what is that? Who does that belong to? That’s not mine. I don’t want that. I don’t need it. It makes me tired and heavy. I want to throw it all away.
Some days, I look at the people who live in my house, and I can’t remove my eyes. I love them. And some days I see them, and I think who IS that? Who are they? Who I am married to? Who is that woman in the mirror?
What am I doing here? Where have I been? Where am I going?
Some days I go to bed looking forward to my dreams. Some days, my dreams seem to be the best part of my world. Some days, Eli and Lena run into my bed in the morning and wake me up with hugs and kisses and tickles and absurd demands. On those days, my dreams are inadequate.
Some days, I ask myself how it all happened.
Some days, I wonder WHY?
And some days, the other days, I wonder, Why not?
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This post was inspired by my blogger hero, Nicole, at Sitting Still and her post on the same theme.
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