sometimes…

When the day is rotten and frustrating and I spend most of it fuming and mad at things I cannot truly change – at least not in that instant – I get home late at night. And slowly, I wind down and strip off the crap of the day as I remove my clothes. Eventually all the frustration fades and the rage dissolves… and…

And I get nervous.

I fear that the slow, calm, quiet… sadness… that is left behind may be the core of who I am.

It is easy to like myself when I am surrounded by brilliant people. I reflect that back into the world and I love the influence they have over me, but when that is gone, a big chunk of my light fades off and away. These days, I do not often like the person that is left staring back at me.