For some reason I have this sense of sadness about me and I'm not entirely sure why. Things at home are fine - the boys are going to their preschool classes and are doing well. And, the hubby gets a little time to himself when they're at school. Everything seems to be going well. So, what's the problem?
I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I have this sense that something is missing in my life. I wish I could be happy with the way things are, but I've always been the kind of person to wonder "what's next" or "is this all there is". It is a little "Wizard of Oz"ish I suppose because I'm always wanting more than what I have. I just need to learn to be happy with what's in my own backyard.
I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that I have this sense that something is missing in my life. I wish I could be happy with the way things are, but I've always been the kind of person to wonder "what's next" or "is this all there is". It is a little "Wizard of Oz"ish I suppose because I'm always wanting more than what I have. I just need to learn to be happy with what's in my own backyard.



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