Some days I can fly into the sky and others, I crawl into my cave.
Its just a matter of where I'm at and how many times I get sucker punched in life. Its things that I can't talk about in public, but yet in private they are endless.
I so wish that I could wave the magic wand, think the happy thoughts, and act as if everything is okay in life. I so wish that it was just that easy, but I know firsthand, sometimes it is a struggle.
Maybe this doesn't mean much to most and maybe it appears all negative, but I just need to write these words. I need to know that I'm still alive and functioning amidst the sucker punches of life.
I know I will get through these moments just like all the other, but I also realize that in this one particular moment, it feels like all is doomed. I know that is not the case, but sometimes to convince myself of these truths, I become the hysterical laughing person.
