Sometimes… it’s hard being the strong one.
Sometimes… I want to give in to the weight of it all and allow myself to fall apart.
Sometimes… it would be nice to have an opinion that I didn’t have to explain.
Sometimes… clouds block the sun just enough that I can’t see the bright side.
Sometimes… I don’t want to care so much.
Sometimes… I have fleeting thoughts of being someone other than who I am.
…and then I remember with gratitude, the blessing of my life.