In an effort not to fill Twitter up with a bunch of tweets of my sadness I thought I would just put it here. I’m sad. BLUE. ick.
I keep missing something from the past. I can’t put my finger on it. Just a feeling, a smell, a memory. Nothing tangible. When I was in my teens I used to miss the smell of my preschool teacher. I think it was me missing the easier times of being a little kid with no responsibilities.
Nowadays I miss old apartments, the weather on a certain day, my grandmother’s perfume. The past. It’s not even that the present sucks. It’s actually really awesome in many ways. Life is good, but maybe more complex than I can handle on a daily basis. More people to care for, more responsibilities to juggle. Just more.
Being an adult is hard at times. I’m the mom, so I need to make a lot of the rules. I’m not a rule maker. I love to follow rules, but I’m not good at making them. It’s tiring.
I know this will pass, probably when my pounding headache goes away.