Missing pieces...

This is one of my days... one of THOSE days.  I'm fairly certain that everyone has these days from time to time no matter how perfect, how pristine, how nicely wrapped in a pretty little bow your life may seem on the outside.  Some days, some days are just not awesome. 

Not for lack of trying, today gave it it's best shot.  Really, it did.  This is the breakdown, only two people got under my skin, I bought myself some new make-up, celebrated my lovely nieces twelfth birthday, worked out, watched my favorite television show, put my sweet babies to bed. All in all,  not bad really. 

But for about a week now I have had a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I'm missing out on something.  This happens every once in a while.  I don't know what it is I'm missing, but there's a longing, something inside of me that needs to be fulfilled. What's missing?  Will it ever present itself to me?  Will there ever be a point in my life when I feel full and put together?   I hope so.  Or at least I hope that these feelings of missing pieces grow fewer and farther apart as I grow "older and wiser."  (Yes, that's in quotations.)