Life Soup...

Sometimes in the morning I wake up before the alarm.  I lie and bed looking at the ceiling feeling calm and my mind starts to wander.  I remember times past.  Experiences that happened so long ago it is almost like I read them in a book and was actually not the main character.  Moments of hysterical laughter shared with special people.  Times of grief and great pain that eventually pass and are stored to reflect on from time to time.  I think to myself:

[insert thought bubble] - Yeah, that was me.  I went through that and came out.

Sometimes I came out limping, others crawling and on rare occasion I ran the fuck out (those who know me know I don't run unless there is a major sale or I have to go to the bathroom).  The point is a came out. Survived times I thought I couldn't possibly have the strength to endure (thank you God for only giving me what I can handle).

Those experiences were spices in this big pot of soup called "My Life."  Once the spice is added it can't be removed - you can try to dilute it by adding more of another spice to hide the flavor or to reduce its potency but the spice is still in there and you have to make the best of it.  People will come and say "I don't know why you added that spice because I don't like it."  My response can only be "this is My Life Soup not Your Life Soup."  This is the way I was taught to make it and I can't really start from scratch again because there are some spices that I just know I will always use - whether someone else likes them or not - because it's My Life Soup - and the choice is yours as to whether or not you want to share it with me.

Sorry I am late (fail)......

I got the shits as I was leaving the house.
I was up late watching porn.
I couldn't find my dealer.
I was out until 4 am on a bender.
I thought the judge was going to see me earlier.

Feel free to share some of your own.