Sometimes I wonder about myself.
Is it normal to:
-want to jam cotton balls in my ears and act like I can not hear my son or daughter ask the same questions over and over and over and...
-enjoy sitting in the dark (hey, I've lived my entire life there) and enjoy the peacefulness...
-completely lose yourself in thoughts about winning the Powerball and how you would spend it, even though you know there is almost zero chance of that happening (I really think I will hit someday)...
-doubt yourself even at the age of 36...
-want your kids to grow out of that frustrating phase and want them to not age at all...
-wonder if I will ever be able to eat whatever I want without gaining weight (unfortunately I already know the answer to this one...boo!)...
-want to go back to college so I can relive such amazing memories as a certain roommate peeing on the answering machine (he's now a father of two)...
-want to go back to college to smack myself when I chose journalism as my major (I'm a moron)...
-think that even though I am getting older, I am invincible...
-think that even though I am getting older, I am weak...
-wonder how I am going to be able to raise two kids by myself (half of the time)...
And finally...
-want to continually reinvent myself?
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