Sometimes, I
- get self-conscious,
- overthink things,
- believe I’m alone when I’m not,
- focus on the past,
- expect the worst in the future,
- lose track of the riches of the present,
- forget I have years of experience solving all sorts of problems,
- don’t have a lot of photos to share, and
- highlight the Daily Bitch.
Sometimes I eat Chocolate Ice Cream. No times I run, go to a tailor, or use a VCR.
Here’s a “sometimes” song that’s playing in my head:
Sometimes I have dinner with my son Aaron, my husband Michael, and my ex-husband Leon, and tonight is one of those times.
Sometimes I ask for comments on a post; all times I feel and express gratitude for those who sometimes read this blog, including YOU!
