Realization

Sometimes, you're granted a moment of clarity. Sometimes that happens in a Ford with a busted bumper as you curse your way through horrible after school traffic (complicated by the presence of a poorly parked truck loaded with produce mislabeled as "mangos" when they were clearly papayas). Sometimes, when that happens, you're on the way to a meeting and you say something out loud...something that sounds a lot like "God, I just want to be the person they need me to be." And then sometimes you burst into tears because you realize that maybe you should be talking to people who need the you that you are already.