Ever get the feeling you'd like to just hide out for a while and hope life doesn't find you?
That's what I've been trying to do for the last little bit. But it hasn't worked.
There's always someone or something trying to pull me from my hiding place.
When I want to just pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep, someone coaxes me out.
When I want to just sit here and feel sorry for myself, someone smiles at me and inevitably makes me feel better.
When I'm feeling invisible, the little girl next door shouts hello as I drive by.
I guess it's just not possible to hide out from life, because life always has a way of finding you.
And, ultimately, that's a really good thing.