Sunday Scribblings: Yummy

Sometimes, my appetite for food seems insatiable--mountainous piles of mashed potatoes; fields of Italian bread, landscaped with bruschetta; oceans of broccoli cheese soup--but my appetite for the details of life can be just as relentless, though it waxes and wanes like lake effect snow.

Strawberry suds (courtesy Mr. Bubble) in the bath are delicious, as are Sally Hanson french manicures, (fake or genuine) diamonds, and cheapy high heeled shoes.

A potential blizzard--the possiblity of being snowed in with my husband, books, and a well-stocked refrigerator--is scrumptious, but so is the first snow of the season; diamond filled air sparkles in the streetlights.

Holding a grudge, for me, is delectable. Not simply maintaining anger, which destroys my own peace, but deciding that a relationship is over, and scratching someone off of the list.

Shower epiphanies are savory. Being rained clean both literally and menatally. Working through muddy thoughts until the path is clear. Finally realizing, like I did yesterday, that it is my refusal to speak up on some of the issues that I find the most important, that is polluting my well-being.

And finally, the yummiest of all: the taste of discovery. Finding a sentence in a book that is life-altering, recognizing that emotions can be managed through the writing of poem. Realizing that I can say "no," and doing that often, but also realizing that by saying "yes," I will not shatter into a thousand pieces.

Most palatable to me is the understanding that to-do lists and social recipes and the rooms in my mind can all be renovated on a schedule and at a price set by me.

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