I received eight pieces of chocolate this morning in a red heart-shaped box.
And almost immediately I wondered how quickly I’d eat them.
And then I thought about making some rules to make them last longer.
And then I thought why in the world would I do that?
And then I thought perhaps it would be “better” (aka more ideal) to spread them out…to demonstrate how far I’ve come from being a sugar addict and how little these chocolates own me.
And then I thought how free I am from needing to prove to myself what’s better or more ideal and how much fun it would be to not care and to eat one piece of chocolate at a time whenever the hell I felt like it.
And that’s exactly what I did.