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You Big Turkey

I had plans for a yummy salad for lunch today. Opened the bag of lettuce and it smelled....bad. There was no visible browning on the leaves...well not on that many of the leaves anyway. It just smelled...off. So...scrapped it. Thankfully I brought enough turkey for 4 days worth of salads (or 2 days of eating just turkey). So...it seems that it will work out well.

The irony is...there were two ...well three options in the above scenario. I could have been pig headed and consumed the salad anyway. I could have been pissy about my crappy lettuce. Lastly, I could have done what I did, recognized that I still had enough for a decent lunch and went on with it. Option 2 and 3 would have had exactly the same outcome, with one notable exception--I would have been in a foul mood had I been pissy about my bad lettuce.

And...really...it's just lettuce. That shit goes bad all the time. Life goes on.

Life always goes on.

I'm not sure what kind of mood I'm in right now. Perhaps more introspective than normal (which is really saying something). What do you do when you get the point in your life when you feel like you have something to say...to write...and it's not something you can put off any longer? Do you eat the lettuce anyway? Or go straight for the turkey?

Gobble gobble.

 

-A.T.

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