Friday, October 22, 2010

Some Days

Some days, your alarm clock doesn't wake you up.
Some days, you run out of filtered water a little too fast.
Some days, going for your dreams seems like too much of a headache.
Some days, you are given bad directions for the GRE and you arrive thirty seconds past the cut off.
Some days, you are afraid to speak up.
Some days, your jeans are covered in spit up, apple juice, and drool.
Some days, you just don't have time to shower.

And some days, you would give anything to take a long nap all alone.

But then you crawl onto the floor with this:


And as your whole day gets a little bit better with each passing second, you think about how fast time has gone, how your child is pushing things over and teething and how he already sits straight up in his stroller, how most days are better than some days and that, if nothing else, you have the capacity to make your life into whatever you want it to be.