Life is a box of chocolates. An expired box, purchased at the local Walgreens with some left over change found in the bottom of your purse. It isn't a particularly tasty box. Half the chocolates are cheap and melted, tasting slightly of wax and the plastic used to wrap the outside. The cherry cordial tastes a little more like raspberries, and your almost positive that the green coloring on the rum nougat is not mint flavoring. But what are you to do? That last bit of sticky change was all the money you had left. And you are really craving chocolate. So you dump the whole batch into a pot, melt it down, and have some seriously wicked fondue.
This is my life.
I'm not perfect, not even normal. My story is something of a mix between a Lifetime original movie and America's Funniest Home Videos. And I think its wonderful.
Cause the worst thing in the world to be is boring. Or bored. Or in a state of boredom. That is where originality ends and mediocrity begins. And then you miss out on some really amazing adventures.
And I do love my adventures. That is what this blog is to be after all. I am the Queen, and the Queen declares life is meant to be lived. Beginning with me.
Because everyone knows that when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. But only the Queen knows that unless you had sugar and water, your lemonade is gonna suck.
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