Sometimes…
Sometimes I miss rainy days
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I’m far
Sometimes I forget to breath
Sometimes I’m near
Sometimes I miss going to work
Sometimes I miss my curly/frizzy long hair
Sometimes I wish I could be 18 again, just for one day
Sometimes I miss NYC
Sometimes I miss driving
Sometimes I miss San Diego
Sometimes I miss dancing
Sometimes I wish I could paint for 8 hours straight
Sometimes I miss “vacation days”
Sometimes I feel like I’m letting myself go
Sometimes I wish I was less like myself and more like someone else
Sometimes I fear change
Sometimes I worry that I’m not cut out for this and that I’m not a good wife and mother
Sometimes I miss all sorts of freedom
Sometimes I wish I could do more
Sometimes…