Sometimes
Sometimes, I wish I were someone else.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m generally not horribly discontent with my life. I usually like my job, even when I’m in a downswing. I don’t hate my apartment, or my car, or any other possessions. I have the Professor to write to.
But sometimes I want to be a different person. I want to be someone who is chronically chipper. I don’t want to have random crying jags at my desk like I am this afternoon. I want to be successful and pretty and financially comfortable.
Instead, I’m me. And no matter how much I may want to, I can’t change that, even for a little while.
That sucks.
2 comments:
I've been there too, Sheryl. I think it's human nature to want to be someone else. But remember--God created you to be...well, YOU. And that's a beautiful thing.
And besides, "chronically chipper" sounds really...annoying! ;)
True, true.
I was just having a bad day that day, I think. I'm better now, sorta kinda.
Actually, a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was at low thyroid. I'm starting to be able to tell when that is the case.
I must have been really low, too, because my doctor upped my dosage two steps instead of the one she has been doing. Now, of course, I can't sleep.
But not sleeping has it's advantages, too. Last night I had the revelation that I am going to save the world through crochet.
It made perfect sense at 4 a.m. Now, it just makes my wrists hurt.
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