Sometimes I wake up and I’m happy and proud and I’m hopeful and free. and other mornings, like today, brushing my teeth seems like the most daunting task I’ve faced in months. And I don’t know if that’s because I’m human, or if it’s because I’m me. And that’s the terrifying part. Trying to decide if I’m normal or if life has made me crazy. I like to think I’m normal, and that we all have mornings when eating a bowl of cereal is the hardest thing we’ve ever had to do.
-thoughts as I walk into work.