Hoy comimos un plato completito. Champiñones y calabaza con pimiento a la sriracha, radichio agridulce, mazorca especiada con Cayena en polvo, ajo en polvo y pimienta. Aguacate, unos ajetes crudos y almendra recién tostada 👌🏻
She tried fitting in. She tried the cool kids, she tried the nerdy kids. She tried the music crowd, she tried the druggy crowd. She had a way of assimilating herself to a point where she was accepted, but she never felt true to herself. She was always putting on these different hats and faces pretending to be these other people. In the end she couldn't sustain it. So she gave up. She stopped trying to follow everyone else's paths. She headed straight into the thick of it. Into the unknown, forging her own path, following her senses, overcoming each obstacle slowly and attentively. She was so absorbed by it all that it took her years to take a moment to look back and see all the people that were there to support her and follow her on this journey.
She grieved for him. She grieved even though he was never hers to lose. But it was the loss of possibility, the loss of what could be, that she grieved for. Their story had ended abruptly, without warning. An ending that came all too soon, leaving her longing for more. Longing to have hope again.