Some days?

I don’t mind being crazy.

Those days?

I can shrug off the looks when I start talking like Scarlett O’Hara for no reason.

I can throw up my hands and giggle for no good reason at all.

I can sit with my kids and shout out random things with them and not care.

I can just write the most elegant stories.

I can break out in dance in my kitchen while I cook lunch.

I can take the coolest pictures.

I have the awesomest dreams.

Some days…I’m okay with being me.

I’m pretty awesome being me.