Friday, January 13, 2012
I couldn't believe it. I had to check and re-check.... Yep, watch and rings are loose. Had to take some rings off, and my watch is way loose, I kept spinning it around my wrist. Around and around... wasn't this thing tight on me? Yep. Had to re-adjust it. My rings are put away, and I am looking forward to getting them resized.
I am amazed by these little things.
They wanted cake. I made them cake. With ice-cream. I didn't even lick my fingers. I could tell the cake was still warm, the chocolate smell was familiar, I knew exactly how it would taste. I didn't want it. I didn't feel like I was really making a choice, I just feel like that's part of my old life, that I am leaving behind.
I am leaving, mentally and physically, the fat-self I used to be.
The caterpillar is leaving to become the butterfly.
“How does one become a butterfly” she asked pensively
“You must want to fly so much you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”
“You mean die?”
“Yes and no,” he answered. “What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will still live”
—–From Hope For The Flowers