Day 44 (7/30) Made myself a berry smoothie after the gym. Full of berries (obviously), organic vanilla yogurt, soy milk, and chia seeds.
Day 43 (7/29) There was watermelon during snack time. Preschool is fantastic.
Day 42 (7/28) On less than happy days, I buy myself flowers.
Day 41 (7/27) Dinner with an old roommate who is now a temporary roommate again.
Day 40 (7/26) Splashed around in the pool today!
Day 39 (7/25) Lunch with my favorite person.
Cakes have gotten a bad rep. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn’t, she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn’t a person with discipline; that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what’s served on the happiest days of your life. This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.
Don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.