sometimes.

There are times that I run around the house, picking up loose papers, random bottle caps, and stray socks as any adult should do.

Other days, I sit and stare at the empty soda cans, dirty dishes, and bread crumbs, wondering who is going to take care of all of this.

There are summer mornings when I'm bursting to go out into the world, exploring all that it has to offer and savoring its diversity.

In the winter, you'll find me hibernating on my velvet couch, protecting my soul and avoiding people and places.

There are places that I feel most comfortable, where I show up as the full-of-life extravert who brings cheer and energy.

You can also find me in a corner, clinging to my one safe person, using them as a shield against small talk and eye contact.

In certain periods, I am propelled forward by the call to make a difference, to speak up, and make a positive impact that extends beyond me.

In the quiet moments, I can settle into the status quo, resting in the ease of being invisible and the safety of never making waves.

Sometimes I wonder if I am doing it right. Sometimes I am certain in my choices.

Sometimes there is so much to say.

And sometimes...