Stripped Down

weekend wordsmith 

 Sometimes I want to be rid of this uniform of conformity 

 Sometimes I want to be naked and bare to the world 

 Sometimes I don't want to be Mom and responsible for other people 

 Sometimes I don't want to go to work and care about other people's children 

 Sometimes I don't want to play nice with the stupid narcissistic people 

 Sometimes I just want to be me and do what makes me happy 

Stripped down 

To music and french fries Diet Coke and the Beach and a book 

Sometimes I realize those feelings 

Make me one of the stupid narcissistic people 

 And I put my uniform back on And smile

Fear

I don't get it. On paper, I have the best life ever. I have INCREDIBLE (yes, they are cap worthy) kids, unbelievably awesome friends, the best colleagues a working person could ever have. And yet, I am stymied. I can't move forward. Why? Is is fear of failure? No...I don't think so, I fail all the time. I am not afraid to speak my mind, I have great ideas. I do possess a little jealousy~sometimes I look around and think "I could do that". I could be a writer, a world famous blogger, an expert on something, get my Ed Leadership Masters and be a catalyst of change at the District level. I could eat better, exercise more~I CAN complete that sprint triathlon I keep yapping about, I know it~ so why aren't I doing any of those things? Is it fear of failure? No~I think it boils down to fear of success.