Sometimes

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Sometimes,

       the smell of spring is all it takes.

The gentle fragrance blowing in from the peach blossoms out back makes me feel alive.

My heart rises on the breeze

       and I become inspired.

Other times, though,

       it kills my sinuses

And all the Sudafed in the world isn’t enough to stir my affection for the season.

I’ll stay in bed and curse the day I was born before I write another damn line about the beauty of nature.

To hell with my discipline.

Sometimes,

       I love to stay home with the kids.

We relax and play together and enjoy each other’s company.

I notice all the wonderful little ways in which they are developing

       and I feel like this is the way life is supposed to be.

Other times, though,

       they drive me crazy,

And all I want to do is go to work where I’ll think of them fondly again.

I hope they never read these words, of course,

       at least not until they are old enough to understand.

"To every thing there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under heaven."

It's true, after all.

Sometimes it sucks, but it's true.

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