The first one was filled with tuna-a favorite filling of mine.
The second, however, was pickled plum-a shockingly pink, shockingly sour/sweet taste. With each bite my tongue argued with itself. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this garish new flavor. It was at once perfect and too much.
I think that’s what my life is like.
As hard as I try, I realize that my life never has been, never will be normal. You who know me know this all too well . There is rarely an in-between to my moods or my situation, and (though sometimes I desperately wish there was) I am learning to appreciate this. It’s still scary, but at least now I know what I need to do: learn to turn each bite of my life over on my tongue, to allow myself to embrace the sour and marvel at the sweetness.