Back to work, back to life

It felt wonderful to punch back in last night. My co-workers were kind and gentle but not overwhelming. The perfect balance. Church went well, it is still standing. I, yes me, got invited to a proper southern ladies luncheon on Thursday. God, the ironies of life. I will go. I have realized that life is about all kinds of experiences. This one will be a tad, ahem, different for me, but just like I have sampled all kinds of flavors of food and wines, (and many other substances) so shall I sample all kinds of people and beliefs. I believe the people you encounter in your daily living, keep shaping the mold of who you are as a human being. I am learning humility right now. So if someone is good enough to invite me to their home with their friends, who am I to say no? I do alot of food comparisons, due to years of restaurant work and being married to a chef for so long. I want to savor every flavor, let my palate grow to taste new delicacies. The years of urban blight left some bitterness on my tongue, so now maybe I can sweeten it with some southern comfort, no, not the liquor. Just like a man who walks and that walk has made him the man he is today, and given him the life experience to have the words to write, I, too, want to stick my fingers in all the stews of life and lick each one, to get the full taste. I am praying to God that there is not going to be liver served as that is one flavor this girl has never acquired a taste for. I am rooting for some good old peach cobbler. Some things change, and some don't. I love you all.