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…