Sometimes I realize, totally out of nowhere, how amazing I really am and how far I’ve come. It’s a pretty strange feeling, and I certainly don’t want to come off as a braggart, but I’m pretty proud of myself for getting here.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough in the fight against cancer or the fight to raise awareness of hereditary breast and ovarian cancer. I don’t know why I feel like it’s my responsibility to do so, necessarily, but I know it’ll happen eventually. Right now, I’m not ready for my identity to be taken over by BRCA and I’m only slowly “coming out” about my BRCA status.
Sometimes I really, really wish my boyfriend didn’t live 1,700 miles away. Then again, I’m stoked that he’s going to live 45 miles away in a matter of weeks!
Sometimes I spend half my day lazing about, catching up on my DVR (and being excited that it’s down to being 59% full!), eating pita pizzas, and trying on new clothes. And I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it!
Sometimes I feel frustrated at my lack of a social life. It’s SO hard to make friends here. I have this idea that in “normal” places, people say “I just went to this really cool yoga class. You’d love it – let’s go together next time!” Here, people say “I just went to this really cool yoga class. You’d love it. You should go sometime!” with the implication being “you should go by yourself.”
Sometimes I think I’m turning out to be somewhat good at my new job, but I don’t want to jinx anything by getting too comfortable with that thought.
Sometimes I want to get married – sooner rather than later. Who am I?!
Your turn! Fill it in: Sometimes I __________.