The Sometimes

Sometimes it’s hard for me to be the person that I want to be. Sometimes its hard not to be angry or frustrated or disappointed, but to be forgiving and resilient and happy. Sometimes its hard to continue to view people in a positive light, despite the fact that they turned off the switch. Sometimes it’s hard to write on my blog, when all I want to say is mean and hurtful things, but I don’t want to be one of those people that just uses this very public space to say mean and hurtful things. In fact, I don’t want to be the sort of person that even thinks those mean and hurtful things. Sometimes its hard to be upbeat late at night and early in the morning. Sometimes it’s hard to look to the future instead of dwelling on the past. Sometimes it’s hard not to be able to use the kitchen sink. . . hmmm. . . well that is always hard.