…and I seemed to have picked the cherry cordial (which I hate); appealing on the outside, but oh so gag-worthy on the inside. It’s time for me to spit this one out and try something new.
I apologize for the ambiguous metaphor but life is a little too complicated for me to go into detail. I find myself fighting against moroseness and for happiness (and finding joy in the small things) as things start to crumble and reshape in surprising new forms around me.
Running seems to center me and I’ve already managed two solid runs in a 24 hour period, so I’m sensing positive changes are in store for me. Sometimes I just wish the saying, “when it rains it pours” wasn’t so accurate. Maybe the cliche would be a little more hopeful if it went something like, “when it rains it pours, but if it’s really cold it snows.” I like that one better because it’s open to interpretation. Snow can be friend or foe and since it snowed today, the first snow for me in Manchester, I’m all over the friend angle. Peace is sipping a soy latte with a direct view of the snow falling down; I found my peace today.
But back to my chocolate box metaphor…this time around I’m going to pick a chocolate with my eyes wide open and a knife in hand (so I can see what’s inside). I’m going to get that bordeau and eat it even if my thighs get fat.
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