You don’t know what’s missing because you don’t even realize a piece should be there.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
I would be very confused by love of all of this, if only it wasn’t for one thing.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”
I have a lot to do. I’m thinking about it now as I write this.
Although rarely talked about, it’s one of the strangest parts of parenting.
It’s a mixture of bad advice growing up and a few too many times where I felt that I was putting other people out with my presence.
Our minds are littered with thoughts that begin with “when I was a kid…”