Top Ten Tuesday

I'm addicted to It's Friday, a blog written by a woman that plays on my co-ed softball team. Well, it's not really "my" team anymore because I haven't played regularly in a couple of years. But, I still want it to be my team because I want to play regularly - and I will. Anyway, I'm feeling a little um, fragile? I just haven't had it in me to actually comment to any of the posts on her blog - and there have been a lot of things I want to comment on... Maybe because I feel so serious and she (and her commenters) are so often having fun or being funny that I just don't want to bring 'em down, you know? Who wants and can truly appreciate my morose thoughts? You don't count. What follows is in response to to her Top Ten Tuesday post "I am". I'd love to read yours.

I am almost middle aged. 
I wonder Who, me?
I hear hummingbirds chirp and whiz by.
I see history repeated over and over.
I want a different ending.
I am doing it my way.

I pretend to be a wife, mother, manager.
I feel lonely in those spaces sometimes.
I touch my Husband, my child, my body and
I cry, because I feel too often that
I am not good at those things.

I understand that history is repeating itself.
I try to think, act, and behave responsibly in the face of it all.
I hope La Paz descends on all souls.
I am a struggling child, making my way among adults.