Sometimes I am scared to be myself.
Sometimes life seems harder than I thought it would..or should be.
Sometimes I want to hide or to run away like a little girl.
Sometimes I just go through the motions.
Sometimes I feel intimidated.
Sometimes I "can't" pray.
Sometimes I think I am all wrong.
Sometimes I wonder if my life is "significant."
Sometimes I want to be brave, but mostly I just want to be loved.
Sometimes I think no one understands me.
Sometimes the fact that reality is NOT a fairytale is all too REAL.
Then I travel to my birthplace here in Haiti...
and I am welcomed.
I go home into my husband's waiting arms...
and I am welcomed.
I call my best friend on the phone...
and I am welcomed.
I join the blogosphere with so many amazing writers...