I think we’re all allowed to have sad days. Even when you’ve got all the things that should add up to happiness. Sometimes, being human trumps the should’s, the could’s & the would’s. Sometimes it trumps the ability to keep it together. Sometimes it means you need to climb under the covers, use all the swear words in your vocabulary, and admit defeat to the little acts that have adding up these past couple of days – no matter how small they seem. Because sensitivity is a blessing and a curse. Because you can’t have the good days without the bad days. Because you can’t come home without spending some time away.