Last night as I had chocolate cake for dinner after deciding that a shower in the previous twenty-four hours was not appealing I became suddenly aware of the life I was living.
I think this was the dream I had when I was only three years old.
Forty-one years later and I'm here.
If I could I'd go back and hug that kid.
Today I am grateful for chocolate cake and paint and excuse me while I head for the shower because even the three year old is aware of limits to the senses.