Graham often comes back home after work with bag full of delicious foods. A bottle of crisp white wine, delectable cheese, and this sourdough bread that is so soft and exquisite you’d think it was made in heaven. Add to it a dollop of butter and you’re done.
It’s irresistible. But this morning, I resisted it.
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It took me a very long time to get wise enough to think of my actions and my choices in their entirety. From the irresistible attraction, to the moment of enjoyment, to the aftertaste.
It’s the aftertaste I didn’t quite get…
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1/ The Friend.
I am at the café with a friend the other day. She’s the type of person you’d want to be friends with. Ebullient, hilarious and so incredibly chic that after seeing her, you want to go straight back home and recycle your entire closet.
We’re chatting our life away. I am fully in the moment, listening to her stories and sharing mine. Laughing, gossiping, talking over each other. It’s good, there is not a dull moment and not a second of silence. We pa…