Happiness. It's relative.
We eat fast because we have to be places, different places, but for the moment we are in the same place, a dark wooden booth in a Mexican restaurant where we talk about people and things and change, mostly change, and how you can’t change unless you throw off the heavy blankets of other people’s judgment, declare yourself free from their looks and prescriptions, turn your phone off and pay no never mind to the pain and worry that other people want to spread on you, and you just keep to your own self until your skin gets thick again.
Jan, Thanks for the wise words. Let me know next time you’ll be at that Mexican restaurant. I’ll be sure to stop by! 😉
Deb
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