once more with the bipolar...

Somedays I know (know) that I am good at this. That the passion and enthusiasm combine wonderfully with the knowledge and ability. That I can do this and do it well and for a long time; growing with it, being successful at it, finding happiness there.

Somedays I wonder how the hell I got here. What am I doing? I'll never be able to get a handle on things here. Never be able to catch up.

Somedays I think I can do this and that and have time to do both well and with the care they deserve.

Somedays I think I'm crazy for taking on that. How did I ever think I'd have time for both?

Somedays I think I am a good friend and give much to the people in my life; Letting them know that I care about them and that I'm there for them. On those days, I think I am a good listener and a caring person.

Other days I think I am selfish and self-centered. I know I interrupt when they are talking. I know I voice my frustrations too loudly and too often. I think, on those days, that I am a kind of awful person. I wonder why they put up with me at all.

I guess all this probably means I'm normal... I just wish it didn't feel so bipolar.